Fake Grass and Pastel Bunnies

Status: Completed 4/09/2009

Content Warnings: Verrry lame title.

Word Count: 100

"No, don't eat that stuff!" Jack exclaimed, reaching for his eleven-month-old son just as he was about to shove a handful of fake grass into his mouth. Maybe letting him play with that wasn't such a bright idea, he decided.

Jack picked up Charlie, pulling stray strands of spring green grass from his hair. Glancing at his watch, he saw it was Charlie's naptime. With the fluffy, pastel blue bunny Grandma O'Neill had sent in tow, he changed his kid. Softly humming "Peter Cottontail" he settled Charlie into his crib and watched as his baby boy drifted off to sleep.

THE END

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