--My son's pet rabbit and I on occasion play peek a boo. Which entails me opening my sons bedroom door and trying to catch his dang fool rabbit so I can say peek a boo.
--I know you'd think a grown man could find better thing's to do with his time. Apparently I can't because each of these whack a doodle pets and I have a game we play.
--With Brownie it’s peek a boo. The first couple of times I caught him and he'd spend a few minute stomping his feet in anger to let me know he wasn't happy.
--Now of course when I open the door. He’s standing up starring at me with his mouth open as if say ha ha fool.
--Of course if the dang fool children hadn't of made me watch a video with a dang fool bunny running around playing peek a boo when they were little. I probably wouldn’t be doing it now. With four children that dang fool bunny was playing peek a boo everyday. They fell it love with him when they were babies and the friendship lasted for quite awhile.
--It got so bad they forced me to play peek a boo with them and even made me watch it so I would learn the right way to do it. Apparently I wasn’t very good.
--Many a night I heard that bunny in my sleep and the children laughing hysterically. In a way it was kind of comforting. Because I’ve always believed laughter is the best medicine.
--Over the years even on bad days I’ve mad it a point to laugh. Of course my wife was a little unnerved at first when we first got married. But now she come to expect such behavior. And usually just shakes her head and smiles…
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