I had a rather bizarre conversation with my son today that I
feel compelled to share. I was on the
phone with my friend Jacquelyn this morning. She and her husband just purchased a new travel trailer and they are
taking it for its maiden voyage this weekend. We are coming along and sharing a site but we’ll be sleeping in a tent,
enjoying the luxury that their trailer has to offer like the moochers that we
are. My kids are super excited about
this camping trip and my son was listening intently to my phone
conversation. I got off of the phone
and he started asking questions:
Son: Mommy who were
you talking to?
Son: What’s wrong
with her camper?
Me: They can’t get
the door unlocked.
Me: Well, they’re
not sure. Something is wrong with the
Son: I think I know
Me: Oh yeah, what?
Son: Do you remember
that big rabbit that I scared out of the garden yesterday (yesterday is any day
that exists in the past to my son)?
Me: Yes, what about
Son: Well, I think he did something to
the camper door.
Me: What? What makes you think that?
Son: Well, rabbits
sometimes do bad things. They like to
chew up all of the vegetables in people’s garden. I bet that rabbit chewed up the lock on their camper.
Me: I don’t think a
rabbit could reach the doorknob, son. Their camper is pretty big.
Son: Mommy, rabbit’s
can hop really high. It could have
hopped up and messed up the lock.
Me: Do you know how
far away Jacquelyn’s house is? I don’t
think that rabbit could have made it there.
Son: It sure did run
fast when I ran it out of the garden.
Me: OK. Well, you’ll have to tell Jacquelyn that
you’ve solved the mystery of her jammed camper door.
Son: You tell her.
Me: Trust me. You’ve got to tell her.
This went on for a while. How he made the connection between the rabbit in our backyard and
Jacquelyn’s travel trailer door, I have no idea. Apparently, in his mind rabbits are dark, sinister creatures that
travel long distances to commit acts of vandalism. No wonder he didn’t want to sit on the Easter Bunny’s lap.