Where is the mommy bunny?

Banks comes up to me tonight with a bunny finger puppet on his hand. In his deepest, manliest voice (pretending to speak for the bunny), he says...

Banks: Hello mommy. I'm a baby bunny.

Mommy: Oh really? That's nice. Where is the mommy bunny?

Banks: At the store.

Mommy: What on earth is mommy bunny doing at the store?

Banks: Buying a pizza.