"Where is my nose jimmie."
Okay maybe this is funny only to me in one of those you had to be there kinda ways. But trust me it was freakin' hilarious.
Yesterday we took Bunny to the Cedarburg Strawberry Festival. You've never been? You really should, its all the rage. Street festival/ art fair, townie/ suburban all at the same time. If I had to describe it in one scene it would be this: a middle aged man pushing an empty baby stroller with a half-drunk bottle of Strawberry Blush wine in the cup holder at noon (and no it wasn't Bubs).
So there we were, enjoying the cheesy goodness that is a Sconnie festival. We happend across a decorate your own cookie stand for the kiddos. Bunny likes cookies, we decided to let her decorate one. So we slapped on some red frosting and some blue and white jimmies (or sprinkles if you will) and let her have at it.
Of course she doesn't eat the cookie like a normal child. No she decides she has to lick the frosting off. So there was red frosting and jimmies everywhere. We'd have to stop every minute or so to wipe her down but it didn't really help. She had frosting on her eyebrows and jimmies up her nose.
The jimmies up her nose thing really killed me. I had to sit down on the side of the road because I was afraid I'd fall down laughing. Then I had to take a baby wipe and surgically remove said jimmies from her nose. I'm not sure what sort of damage they would do if she inhaled them but I didn't really want to find out.
So I was recounting the story for my parents later at Sunday dinner, when Bunny very soberly asks "Where is my nose jimmie?" Where indeed Bunny, where indeed.