Bonhomme luuuuvs his Bunny. These BFFs regularly have long, drawn-out conversations; Bunny’s voice is remarkably similar to Bonhomme’s, just more high-pitched. Bunny lives in a carrot house in Bunnyland; unfortunately Bonhomme is too big to visit but Bunny has told him all about it. Bunny is four like Bonhomme, or six like B.G., or sometimes even an almost-grown-up seven years old! Bunny knows everything, and isn’t shy about sharing his knowledge; whenever we give Bonhomme exciting news (“Hey, we’re going to Grandma’s tomorrow!”) he replies, “I know. Bunny told me!” Bunny occasionally gets a bath, much to Bonhomme’s chagrin. Like most BFFs, Bunny and Bonhomme hate being separated, even for a minute. When we leave the house (mean Mommy has decreed that, with few exceptions, Bunny is not allowed out of the house unless it’s for a sleep over) Bunny sits by the door anxiously awaiting Bonhomme’s return. If Hubby or I are staying home, we’re instructed to take good care of Bunny and to hug him if he cries. If I put Bunny on Bonhomme’s bed when Bonhomme is away, his first words upon coming home are always “Where’s Bunny?” Bunny loves to play hide-and-seek, especially at bedtime, so that Bonhomme can delay a few minutes more while he searches for his pal. Bunny loves being swaddled and tolerates being dressed up. Bunny has an injured ear that is barely hanging on by a thread, but has thus far refused any medical attention.
Bonhomme loves playing with the camera and Bunny is his favourite subject:
Thinking about a day when Bunny is no longer the center of Bonhomme’s universe, well… I’m just not ready for that yet.