Mommy, no!

Earlier this week, I was dusting the living room.  After I finished the piano, I shut the lid.  Goober shrieked, "NO MOMMY!"  At first thought, I thought maybe I had slammed his fingers in there, but he was all of the way across the room, drumming.  Imagine that.  Apparently, his imaginary bunny, who he affectionately calls Mommy, was sleeping on the keys.  Oops.  I quickly opened the door back up and Goober retrieved the bunny.  He pet it and talked to it and asked if it needed a kiss because of it's owees.  He then instructed me to go the fridge and get the bunny a carrot to make him feel better.  Guess what?  I gave him a carrot.  He has sucked me into his delusions.