Hop in
Your mother!
4 y.o: Five Me: There's something wrong with your counting. 4: There's something wrong with the dog.
A receding hare line.
One with a lot of hops.
Please leaf me alone! Or I'll tell my mom, and you'll get in trouble.
Nevermind they'll just tell you anyway
Because he didn't have enough vroom!
Ello 'ello 'ello, you look 'armless, 'op in."