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I am sorry, little bear, but you have a favorite song.

And I am sorry that I am sorry you have a favorite song, but I don’t think we should stumble in that direction right now, since that way lies monsters.

So anyway, you have a favorite song. And you love this song so much that anytime I play this song you shout “My song!” after hearing just the first few bars.

Unfortunately, the song is Border Reiver from Mark Knopfler's Get Lucky album. And I say “unfortunately” with only the greatest respect to Mr. Knopfler since I love both the song and his work in general. Your mother actually walked down the aisle to one of his songs when we were married.

(For the record, I stood like a dork at the front of the room doing what I do best: Looking tall, gangley and unworthy of your mother’s interests. Meanwhile, your mother just looked beautiful.)

So why am I sorry that you have a favorite song? Well, mostly because it is a song about a truck... Or perhaps a truck driver. But mostly it is about a truck. A really beloved truck, but a truck just the same.

And I am sorry because it is my fault, since it is rarely played on the radio but is often found emanating from whatever device I am using to play music.

I just want to tell you now that, while I will fully support you if (based on this early indication of music preference) you decide to drive a truck, I think the world has more in store for you than sitting in a cramped cab watching lines fly by.

Though with your sense of humor I think you would do wonders on a CB.

I haven’t found a manly shade of pink yet.

Bunny failed to make it home from an outing several weeks ago. His loss went unnoticed until bedtime, by which point it was impossible to effectively identify where he went missing.

To make matters worse, he went missing on a Friday which meant the usual places to search were closed for the weekend. Despite our best attempts, we were unable to locate him the following Monday (and putting up flyers in the most likely places has yielded nothing) and we have had to concede that he has been lost.

Alphie has taken it incredibly well, with only momentary bouts of sadness and longing. She pines for him quietly, though, and his absence sits close to her heart. She recently colored this page in a coloring book, which is the first drawing of Bunny she has ever felt compelled to draw:

This post is for posterity. Hopefully sometime in the future it will show you both that even at a young age your were able to play together and have fun.