Pudding, Buns, and Bunnies

If you give a girl some pudding....

After I put Greta's hair in buns, Neil made the mistake of calling them pigtails. Greta's response: "Dad, these are not pigtails. These are buns. But Dad, they are not these kind of buns (pointing to her bum). They are like hot dog buns." Holding this bunny (belonging to some friend's of ours) made Greta's week. Judging by her actions (eating all of her meals, getting dressed and not fighting with me, telling me I better drink all of my milk if I want to visit the bunny), this was more exciting than Disneyland.