Nooooo!

Simon and River protest the end of playtime by trying to prevent me from folding the last purple towel.  Sadly, dinner waits for no bun and it isn't going to make itself.
(Hmm.  I just realized that could go either way.  No, we’re not eating the bunnies.  Guess I could’ve worded that better.)

Thanks for visiting the blog and we hope you all have a great weekend!  We'll be back with more bunny cuteness on Monday.

Purple towel peek-a-boo!

I had to take a still because what Simon did was just too cute not to.

I think that the purple towel will remain the coolest toy ever due to its versatility in Simon and River's adventures.

The bunny's creed.

This is my towel.  There are six more like it, but this one is mine.

It is my plaything.  Without me it is just a towel.  Without my towel, I am a bunny wondering where my towel is.

It is where I binky.  It is where I nap.  It is where I've mastered the bunny flop.  

It is fluffy and soft as I am fluffy and soft.  Thus, I will learn how to mark it as mine.

I will learn how much I can dig at it before it tears.  I will learn how to tunnel under it and find daylight again.

I will keep it clean with bunny hork, even as I keep myself clean.

I must protect my towel from being stolen by my little sister.

I must be ever vigilant of humans looking to fold it up and put it away, signifying the end of playtime.

I will.

Simon takes his purple towel very seriously.