Before Ziggy was born, I told his sisters (then ages three and five) that they could pick out something for him to wear home from the hospital, and maybe also a blanket for him to sleep with... and, sure, maybe a toy or stuffed animal, too.My two daughters, who are usually willing to argue over anything at anytime, proceeded to have a quite pleasant conversation indicating that they were both clearly on the same page about what to get for their new baby brother:
Kay: Let's get him a bunny outfit!
Magpie: Yeah, and a hat with bunny ears!
Kay: In brown! So he'll look like Cottontail! (Cottontail is the name of the wild bunny who lives in our yard.)
Magpie: And then we'll leave the baby on the porch, or maybe the yard if it isn't raining, and we'll put a tail on his bunny outfit...
Kay: Will the outfit have a tail?
Magpie: ...and then Cottontail will follow the baby inside the house!
Two years later, I still tease the girls about how they wanted to dress their baby brother up as rabbit-bait.
And two years later, the girls are still mad at me that Baby Ziggy wasn't used to lure that bunny.