The daught and I were driving through our neighborhood this morning, making each other laugh and working on our amateur comedy routine (we are hilARIOUS). We stopped when a tiny rabbit darted across the street in front of us to eat the veggies in someone’s garden.
I told her that if a black cat crossing your path is bad luck, it seems reasonable that a cute baby bunny crossing us should be really good luck.
The daught’s response…
“Makes sense. Maybe you’ll finally get lucky, mom.”
Here’s hoping, kid. Here’s hoping.