Poor Bob

Daelyn was playing this morning with a Bob the Builder game. He brought it into the den and was sitting on the floor, hammering away at it. Donovan growled and then began barking.

Me: "Why is Donovan barking?"

Daelyn: "Because I want to play with this game."

Me: "I understand. But why is Donovan barking at you?"

Daelyn: "Oh. He doesn't like Bob the Builder."