Follow me!

We're done playing upstairs.  It's time to go downstairs now, little human.  Follow me!

Are you still following us?  Hurry up!

I decided to mess with them a bit and sat down on the second landing.  Simon is trying to push my leg down while River is trying to stick her head up my pant leg (not sure how she thinks that's going to help).

I let Simon push my one leg down and now River is pushing my other leg down with her chin.
Come on!  We need to go down these stairs now.

You know we need a chaperone wherever we go and you're it.  We want to go downstairs and play.  Now, please.

Whew!  Who knew that herding humans was so exhausting?!

Cleaning waits for no bun.

Well, that looks safe.  This picture doesn't quite do River's precarious position justice--her little rear end is suspended over the edge of the step by just her tippy-toes.  Meanwhile, Simon is loving every minute of his impromptu bath.
Poor decision-making skills and lack of depth perception is why they can't be left to their own devices on the stairs.

Bunny gridlock.

Simon:  Move.  You're in my way.

River:  No, you move.  You're in my way.

They stayed in that position for the next 4 hours because they were unwilling to reach a compromise (despite plenty of room for both of them to maneuver), much like our Congress.**

**I'd appreciate if you didn't mention to Simon and River that I compared them to Congress--I don't want to get nipped the next time I feed them.

A special thanks to my husband for altering some of the wording to make this post even better.