"Where's the bunny, Benjamin?" I asked our almost two-year old grandson. He grinned slyly. He knew, of course, where the little toy bunny was hiding. He had just seen Grandma slip bunny under her summer robe. But... Hurray! Hurray! The search game was on! He and Grandma lifted the bell-pull hanging on the kitchen wall. "Bunny not there," he solemnly announced. "Is bunny in your pocket, Ben?" We looked. "Nope! Bunny not there." Behind the refrigerator? Under Ben's bib? "Nope!…
Carol WestphalMay 16, 2005