Poo and Rabbit

It almost sounds like I'm talking about two characters from Winnie the Pooh. Instead, I'm referring to what I found in Hannah's bed the other morning. I walked into her room and was immediately hit with the powerful scent of eau-de-somebody-pooed-her-pants. As my eyes adjusted to the small figure talking away to me from the bed, I realized she was wearing a much-too-small pink bunny costume. Little paws sprouted from above her ankles and wrists. Ears and a bunny nose hung down from a hood behind her head. A fluffy cotton-ball tail hovered dangerously close to her now-toxic diaper.

"I found my Halloween costume," she announced proudly. "I put it on to be warm."

Did she wear that thing all night? All I know is that I felt a bit like Alice in Wonderland encountering this strange and smelly creature before I had quite woken up.