Andrew was in the mood for dressing up today. His cowboy outfit was complete with hat, holster, gun, cowboy boots, and...bunny rabbit.
As he put on his ensemble and held the rabbit I wondered if he was mixing manly cowboyness with a babyish need for a snuggly.
My confusion was straightened out immediately.
When I asked, "What's the rabbit for?"
He answered, "It's my meat."
