Ivan's bunnies

"Mama, mama, don't vacuum the bunnies," Ivan shouted rather concerned from his house a.k.a. the leather couch, as I was starting to vacuum along the edge of the living room carpet, under which bunnies live in cages.

I told him that I won't and that bunnies aren't in the cages now but that they're out.

"Ooh," he said accepting my exlpanation.

A bunny disaster averted.

Since last summer, Ivan's imaginary bunnies slowly have been taking over our house. First, the were outside. Then, they some how moved in. Earlier this year, they started living in cages under the edge of the carpet. Ivan keeps an eye out whether they're asleep or not.

There is also elaborate (imaginary) door opening and closing aimed at keeping the bunnies in or out, depending on the circumstances.

"I need to keep the door closed so that bunnies don't want to come in," he says.

A few weeks ago, they were in the kitchen pooping on the floor. Then a few days later when we were making muffins, bunnies were along the edges of the stove and Ivan took these cooking thongs to get them out.

Then the other day, bunnies were in our bedroom and our closet.

And now today, I had to make sure I didn't vacuum them up.