It’s not about the bunny

“You are the bunny!”

“Mmm. Did you say something?”

“You are the bunny! I’ll be the doggy!”

“Hmm. Not now. Maybe later. I just do this one thing.”

The “later” turns into “maybe not today”. That is followed by “go ask your friend”.

Silly playtime avoided. Whew! That would have been mind-bogglingly boring!

Why should I, an adult male of the human species, pretend to be interested in a toy bunny and a doggy? Identifying myself as a bunny? A bear, maybe. Or a tiger. A bunny? Give me a break!

What is it about daddy acting the role of a fluffy carrot-devouring long-ear that is so compelling to this kid?

It’s not about the bunny.

It’s about daddy. Who shows interest. Who is present. Not just physically. Mentally! Sharing the unbelievable adventures of two furry beasts exploring the world, repeatedly dropping to their hilarious death from the mountain (stairs). Daddy displaying the ability to appreciate the total silliness of the multiple lethal scenarios the fluffy things come across.

It might save you fifteen minutes to avoid this childish session. But think about it. It’s fifteen minutes. Each of those precious minutes you act silly will mean the world to that small human being. Will you really be able to put those minutes to better use?

Be the bunny. Die hilariously. Multiple times.