“Hallo, Rabbit,” he said, “is that you?”
"Let’s pretend it isn’t,” said Rabbit, “and see what happens.”
The newest game at our house could be entitled: Bunny Family. Maeve is a baby bunny, I am the Momma bunny, and Daddy, when present, serves as Daddy bunny. We all live in a "hole", which is to say, under the covers on our bed, and we eat carrots, carrot cake, and "bunny snacks".
I made the mistake of saying we had to stay in our hole to stay safe from foxes. Maeve threw me a "what the heck are you talking about" look, and informed me that foxes don't eat bunnies, they eat inchworms. Which turn into butterflies. Duh.
I didn't try to set her straight about the foxes, but we did have a conversation about the difference between inchworms and caterpillars, because I'm kind of a details person when it comes to insects. Comes from having an entomologist dad.
Why are we playing Bunny Family all of a sudden? We got Maeve a pair of bunny ears on a headband from the ARC last week. Which she doesn't really want to wear, because she has imaginary bunny ears, but she wants Daddy or I to wear them. Like so.