So we’re sitting on Jamison’s bed after school one night and the door is wide open. Of course. The door thing was A Really Big Deal to his dad. We were talking about my paper and Jamison is thinking. I never know what that boy is going to come up with. “So, in Sesame Street,” he finally says, “do you think that maybe Ernie’s rubber ducky wasn’t the only one making bath time lots of fun?” I laughed so hard I almost fell on the floor, but his dad always yelled at us if we lay down. “It’s true they never propagated, right? Never had girlfriends or babies?”
I nodded. “Get serious,” I said.
“No, no. Listen. I am serious. Now take Bugs Bunny; he’s probably gay or he’d have had bunnies all over, right? Because rabbits, they…”
“Yeah, like rabbits, I know.”
“Stop interrupting me. Did you ever notice all Bugs Bunny’s cross-dressing and the times he kissed his enemies? Didn’t you ever wonder if his burrow isn’t the only rabbit hole he’s going in?”