The bunny hillPosted: January 14, 2010
We were talking about skiing over dinner tonight. We told L that she wouldn’t need poles to navigate the bunny hill, that she could just snowplow. She and K asked if it was really called the bunny hill. I said yes, of course it is. They thought that was the funniest thing in the world. I failed to see the humor, although for the life of me I couldn’t tell them why it’s called that.