Jadon: Oppers go ow.
Jadon: Oppers go OW!
Mommy: Ok, sweetie. (Pretending I have some remote idea of what he’s saying.)
Jadon: (Increasingly frustrated and gesticulating wildly.) Hoppers! Owt!
Mommy: (Realization suddenly dawns.) Hoppers got out?
Mommy: (Running toward the stairs.) Hoppers is out of his cage right now?
Jadon: (Laughing.) Yeah.
Mommy: (Fifteen minutes later, after chasing a loose rabbit around the house.) How did Hoppers get out?
Jadon: (Very proud and grinning.) Me.
So, evidently now I have to be on the lookout for 3-year-olds helping critters make jailbreaks. Wonderful. I didn’t have enough to do.