Will and I invented a game. We were lying in bed and he was sort of nibbling on me, and I said Nibble nibble like a mouse, who's that nibbling at my house? I believe it's from Hansel and Gretel. Anyway, he began nibbling at different parts of me (it wasn't that naughty, I swear), and I'd make up a rhyme for each one. The top three, in reverse order:

Nibble nibble like a Bringer, who's that nibbling at my finger?

Nibble nibble like a boob, who's that nibbling at my boob? (He didn't find this one nearly as funny as I did.)

Nibble nibble like a pickle, who's that nibbling? Stop, it tickles!

Good times.