Son #2 has a little brown and velvety toy Easter bunny that hops and sings when you press its paw. Son #2 is fascinated by it.
Yesterday morning, I pressed the bunny's paw and watched it hop around our living room. Son #2 stood in awe as the bunny jumped and wiggled to it's little song. When the song stopped, Son #2 toddled to the bunny and picked it up.
I asked. "Do you want to see it hop again?" Son handed the bunny to me and smiled. I pressed the paw once again but this time Son #2 began to chase the little toy bunny.
Around the room, the bunny hopped. Close behind, my baby followed. Son #2 laughed and gooed. This time when the bunny stopped, Son #2 sat down on the floor and cried. His little face scrunched up while tears filled his eyes. Amused, I picked him up and said. "What in the world little boy! There's no need to cry. Do you want to see the bunny hop again?"
Son #2 looked into my eyes and said. "My Ba!" (Translation: My Bottle!)
I guess he's done chasing the hopping bunny. He wants his bottle instead.