The enchantment ended abruptly though when I saw him walking in the parking lot to school one cold October morning, dressed in a full body pink bunny costume, floppy ears, red painted nose and black makeup whiskers included. This made me… uncomfortable. His parents’ taste in Halloween attire and his willingness to wear it was understandable, we were just three or four years old. That wasn’t my real issue. He scared the bejeezus out of me, as did everyone else at school that day. I thought he had actually turned into a rabbit!
From that day, Spots and Stripes was no longer my type. In my preschool aged heart, little did I know I was beginning to determine what my type was going to be. Though not aware of starting a list of criteria, I knew that it at least had to include remaining human year round. He was kind, he was slightly shy, he enjoyed life experiences and laughter with me, and he, like Spots and Specs after him, had dots.
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