Bunny has a name.

Scene: Dan and I are staring at the giant bunny (see my post on this weeks Seven Dames a Week for the background story). Toby is screeching like a bird at the end of the leash trying desperately to attack it.

Me: We should name him! I shall now call him Peter.

Dan: Melissa, its a girl.

Me: How do you know?

Dan: She's obviously pregnant.

Me: Okay...her name is Kit!

Dan: Sounds good.

Me: No. I don't like that name.

Dan: How about Thumper?

Me: Nah, too generic.

Dan: You wanted to call it PETER a minute ago.

Me: Not Peter. Pete-HER. The girl version. Obviously.