So I am chasing my laughing son around the house, threatening him with...the rabbit from Monty Python and the Holy Grail. That's right--I'm chasing my son with a stuffed white rabbit with enormous teeth. Occasionally he slows down enough or purposefully stops and hunkers down so the rabbit can 'nibble' on his feet, especially his toes. Sometimes I let the rabbit grab onto Zane's shirt before he takes off running, sometimes I let the rabbit try to tickle Z's armpits. Zane loves all this running and tickling and giggling. Mama loves it, too.
I just hope he doesn't ever find out about the Holy Hand Grenade.
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