The first thing I see when I come downstairs every morning is the bunny in her cage waiting to be fed. Unlike the little person who is responsible for her hay every morning, she knows that I am a reliable source of grain and the occasional treat (don't worry, I put hay in later when I realized Little Man is sleeping on the job again). She is a loving greeting to wake up to every morning. Unlike the Little One who crawls deep under the covers when he hears me walk into his room.
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