Recently, Jenna and I have been talking about if Hare and I had a baby. lol I know that this is absolutely absurd and immature and probably calls my stability into question, but it has been a very amusing, comforting, creatively fruitful scenario. Yeah, I don't know why, but even my shriveled up motherly instincts flare for this guy. In real life, I have no intentions of having children any time soon, and I don't covet other people's babies, but Hare just makes me want his babyyyy. Neither of us is that attractive, so it's not as if I'd do it to have beautiful offspring. I just love him, so I'd want to keep his genes going -- and he'd be an adorable father if he were ever ready for it. Similarly, I might make a pretty good mother if I were ever ready for it. I can't believe I'm even entertaining this idea semi-publicly; it's so embarrassing and nonsensical: babies with nonexistent bunny men!

Whatever. So anyhoo, I'd be happy with a boy or a girl, but somehow it ended up being a girl named Harriet. Get it? Hare, Harriet? It's not my favorite girl's name by a long shot, but it reminds me of Harriet the Spy, who was my hero when I was a kid. I tried to be just like her (in fact, in our closet is still my yellow rain coat with a magnifying glass and a notepad in the pocket, preserved by my mother.)

So anyway, we've got a story about if Hare needed to have Harriet baby-sat. I was drawing for it this evening, and smiling and giggling and wanting this baby so badly that I came up with another story about wanting to get knocked up before I could even establish good contact with Hare (as if I may find Wonderland some day but fumble with mirror travel first.)

( I'm telling it since it's half finished: )

To be continued...