One of my children used to have an imaginary friend, a rabbit named Hop-Hop Bunny, who had a brother named Hop-Hop. They were from Hop-Hop Land (I know you didn’t see that coming). We heard several Hop-Hop Bunny stories from the time our daughter was in preschool through first grade.
One day we were working in the garden, when this conversation took place:
DAUGHTER: Hop-Hop Bunny’s brother said ‘#$@!’
ME: (calmly) Maybe Hop-Hop Bunny’s brother needs slapped in the mouth.
DAUGHTER: Yeah; he’s bad.
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