I have a sense of uneasiness about most people, and that unease turns fairly regularly into alarm when I look at small people. Specifically children.
I am head over heels in love with my own children but they’re very strange. And other people’s children… well, it’s hit and miss.
This distrust is why I first paused when we talked about doing Bunny Birthday Parties. Going to someone’s house and spending a few hours while children touched, squished, and smeared cake into our precious little buns had all the allure of walking over hot coals barefoot. Possible? Definitely. Wise? Questionable.
However, our good friends asked if we would participate in their bunny party and we said yes. The theme was wonderfully played out, the invitations were bunny rabbit Pinterest-worthy, the cake could practically have hopped off the table it was so life-like, and I enjoyed having brocolli, carrots, and cauliflower with dip served in addition to the typical birthday sweets.
We brought our rabbits to the house and waited for everyone to arrive. I pulled out one rabbit and did a quick talk about how to handle it with care and avoid the possibility of scratches, talked about how rabbits can serve multiple roles as pets, shows, or nutrition, and described the breed we brought (Rex). Then I handed a bunny to each kid (we were fortunate to work out the numbers so each child had a rabbit) and let them be.
The kids were great with the rabbits! They were gentle, considerate, and a few didn’t want to play the party games because it meant giving up their cuddly ball of fluff. The rabbits were the stars of the show for about an hour.
This has given me the courage to try Bunny Birthday Parties again – and I may… possibly… even participate with the buns in the petting zoo our 4H club is sponsoring at our local garden center next month. Wonders never cease!