Somewhere along the line, Henry got mice and bunnies mixed up.
I don't know why, I don't know how, but somehow the two are all mushed up in his head.
Yesterday, he started jumping across the room yelling, "Hendy hop like a mousie! Hendy hop like a mousie!"
After I stopped laughing hysterically, I started to correct him. "No, no, Henry's hopping like a bunny."
But David grabbed my arm. "No!" he said. "Don't tell him! Hop like a mousie is SO MUCH FUNNIER. Yeah, Henry! Good hopping! You hop like a mousie!"
Well, at least we all know where our priorities are in THIS family.