While some might call this cruel, my favorite past time with this little ragamuffin is to play a game involving the coveted ceramic bunny that once decorated my parent's lawn and now sits atop their counter for safety purposes. It suffers from an injured ear due to childish zealous. As said ragamuffin desperately reaches for the creature that is miles from her little fingers and looks at me with a longing deep and pure, I kindly hand her the toy that has been labeled "off-limits". Moments later I easily remove the bunny from her possession. To my delight, the offending action yields her husky, sonorous protest of "my bunny". I'm quite sure that her mellifluous, two-year old voice can inspire wars to stop, bring grown men to tears, cleanse the souls of the vile, purge evil from the wicked, and solve some of the bigger scientific mysteries. Besides, it's not really her bunny.
*Disclaimer: Narrator's hands are washed of any permanent psychological damage this game may have or will cause in subject.
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