My name is Bun-Bun. I was once-upon-a-time a fluffy white and plump bunny.
When Chelsea was a wee baby her cousin Annie gave me to her. I no longer have fur, nor pink velvet in my ears, and my lips have acquired several stitches of red thread to keep them kissable.
I have been lost and found a few times in my seventeen years. When Chelsea was a toddler I went to the grocery store with her and her Mother. After shopping for groceries Chelsea said to her Mother, "Bun bun all gone." And started to cry. Her panicked Mother who treasured her sleep, and who barely spoke a word of French had Chelsea tell the salesclerk her problem. "J’ai perdu mon doudou.*" It seemed everyone in the store stopped shopping and started looking for me.
I was then, as I am now a star. Have you ever known love so sweet as to have a child love you more than candy?
Photo: Chelsea’s stuffed toy. Who corrects me each time I say toy. "Mom, Bun-Bun is not a toy!"
*Doudou is a French word to describe a child’s favorite toy or belonging.
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