Aunt Clara’s Present Trackable Tag

Aunt Clara had, for years, labored under the delusion that I was not only perpetually four years old, but also a girl…
Immediately, my feet began to sweat as those two fluffy little bunnies with blue button eyes stared sappily up at me.
Mother: Come down, so I can see you better. Oh, isn’t that cute! That is the most precious thing I have ever seen in my life.
The Old Man: He looks like a deranged Easter Bunny.
Mother: He does not!
The Old Man: He does too, he looks like a pink nightmare!
-A Christmas Story