Parent: frantic call at bedtime ‘Our daughter left her stuffed rabbit at a restaurant in Kilkenny. We’re in Galway now. She won’t sleep without it. She’s hysterical. I know this isn’t your problem but—’
Us: ‘What restaurant?’
Parent: ‘Ristorante Rinuccini, I think? We left 4 hours ago, they’re probably closed—’
Us: ‘Give us 20 minutes.’
20 minutes later
Us: ‘Got it. Restaurant still had it. We’re posting it to your hotel in Galway. Should arrive tomorrow morning.’
Parent: silence
Parent: ‘You drove to Kilkenny to get a stuffed rabbit?’
Us: ‘Nah, we rang a local lad who lives near there. He grabbed it. We’re posting it now. She’ll have Flopsy for tomorrow night’s bedtime.’
Parent: ‘I don’t know what to say…’
Us: ‘You’re family. That’s what cousins do. 
‘
We’ve reunited families with stuffed animals, lost teddies, forgotten blankies, and one very important rabbit named Flopsy.
Car rental? That’s just what we do. Being your Irish family? That’s who we are.
That’s the Cousin way.
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