He was mischievous, our little Peanut. He was tiny enough to stick his little bunny head into a box of Mike & Ikes or a bag of Chex Mix, sneaky enough to grab a chip from La Petite's roommate (see her in the picture, not even noticing), and sweet enough that no one could be mad at him when he did.
He lived in a house of Packer backers, and somehow found his little furry way into the heart of the excitement and fandom.
He wasn't the Easter Bunny; in fact, we had to keep the Easter baskets out of his reach. See reference above to Mike & Ikes? Jelly Beans and lollipops could suffer the same fate.
He did, however, look adorable posing for pictures in an Easter basket -- when he wasn't nibbling on the sides, that is.
Our sweet funny bunny Peanut, so much character in such a little package, died Friday. He'd been sick for a few days, and he passed away in La Petite's arms as we packed the car to bring them home for Easter weekend.
Labels: bunnies bunnies everywhere, family life