The Rabid Bunny!!!

Thursday night at the mall, there was a rabid bunny! A small 3 year old boy known as Jacob wearing paper bunny ears to be exact! How did he turn rabid you ask? That is a question I'm still trying to answer.  Jacob was so excited to see the Easter Bunny. He talked about it for two days and had come out of his room weeks ago telling me that the Easter Bunny was coming and bringing him candy.  At the mall walking to see the bunny, he was being so sweet and pushing his sister in his stroller. Asking over and over "We're going to see the Easter Bunny?".  We get to the bunny and Jacob decided the bunny was better just to look at rather than actually interact with. *As I have a flash back to my dad telling me to "Go on!, you wanted to see the Easter Bunny" and my little shy girl brain trying to figure out why I wanted to see this thing and why my daddy was forcing me to go up to it* We finally got him to sit close enough to the bunny to at least be in the picture with Madison. (It's going to be our Easter Card picture if I can get them in the mail in time.) I'll try to post the picture too sometime this week.  For the most part, I was pleased with the experience and that we had escaped for the most part without trauma.After the bunny we went upstairs to pick up our pictures from Sears that we took last month. Little did we know that something was brewing in my 3 year old son that I have never experienced or dreamed of and never want to see again! All of a sudden he took off running and I didn't chase him for fear he would run faster. I just walked calmly after him never losing sight and never being more than 10 feet behind. There must have been a look on my face when I got to him because he had a look of terror and glee at the same time. I grabbed his hand and said we are going home. Jacob then began to grab at my hand and claw at it. I was walking very calmly and wasn't saying a word and then my 3 year old decided to shoot a bullet in to my heart: he spit at me! Now a 3 year old doesn't have much spit so it was more of a sound than actual spit so I chose to ignore it thinking he may have done it by accident and I didn't want to draw attention to that being something that would get a reaction out of me but it continued until we got to the car. It only stopped because he realized he had lost the battle and as a last ditch effort on his part, he tried to bite my hand! When I got him in the car seat, he says to me "I want my Pa Pa (my dad)" Ugh!!!!  He knew he was in for it and was trying to make me sad but I said "I want him too!!!!!"  Where was Mark though all of this?  He and Madison had managed to rush ahead of us to the car and I remember seeing him down the aisle at Sears at one point and just thinking in my head that this must be Mark's child!  He said he stopped to look at us and saw this crazed look on my face but at the same time my arm was being pulled by something he couldn't see but appeared to be like a rabid dog trying to get away from his leash.  I told him it wasn't a rabid dog it was a rabid bunny!  Some of you may wonder if Jacob survived the night.  He did. Of course, he couldn't find the toy in his happy meal at dinner (we were going to eat out that night and I didn't feel like cooking) or figure out why his tv wouldn't turn on. In fact, he did apologize to me several times and has returned to my 3 year old that I know and love.  What happened to him at the mall that night, I will never know.What was Madison doing this whole time? Sleeping! Maybe she was sleeping out of fear for her brother or out of embarrassment because her family was acting crazy at the mall while she was in her little polka dot dress.  Oh I forgot to mention, her brother did spill his drink all in her car seat so maybe she was just mad at him and decided to hold her tongue because mommy was dealing with it just fine.  As I type this, I am thinking.  What is Madison learning from all this? She has 3 years to learn from her brother and refine her tantrum skills!Well I hope you all have a great weekend and I will continue to pray that my baby boy was just trying to 'test the waters' and will never act like that again.
 
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  • Monday, April 06. 2009 Nicole wrote:
    Oh gracious, I am sitting here reading this. My heart breaks for you. I have been through some serious "tests" with my little ones. I pray that Elijah doesn't start. I know I have another year to find out. Everybody says "terrible twos", but with both my boys it was "traumatic threes" (traumatic for me of course)LOL. Don't you just love babies' innocence. It is so funny that they can sleep through such times as this. It is a good thing.
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