This morning as we were heading out the door, Twin1 paused, and looked at the fuzzy bunny in the tea cup (the table it's on is in the living room, near the front door), and said "ugly bunny". I look at this bunny, this tiny thing that makes us nervous, and tell him, "look, you made it sad".
This goes on for a bit.
He says bunny can't hear because it's ears are too fluffy, so he can't be making it sad. I think it looks distinctly as though it's feelings are hurt. Looking up at us appealingly, asking us to like it anyway, even if it doesn't look like it was supposed to.
Twin2 says that maybe it will grow up and be pretty, like the Ugly Duckling becoming a Swan.
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