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I was playing with my older nephew, who just turned 6. He had a new toy - a stuffed dragon. I told him I'm allergic to dragons. He looked at me with shining eyes, and asked with all boisterous sincerity, "Really??"
I just smiled at him. I couldn't believe he had to ask, but it was very cute.
And then he spent the next half hour climbing all over me (I was in a chair), shoving the dragon in my face. I'd hold my breath and then pretend to sneeze, shaking my whole body with it (more if he was actually on top of me at the time). He'd laugh and laugh and then climb back up and shove the dragon in again. Little torturer.
I just smiled at him. I couldn't believe he had to ask, but it was very cute.
And then he spent the next half hour climbing all over me (I was in a chair), shoving the dragon in my face. I'd hold my breath and then pretend to sneeze, shaking my whole body with it (more if he was actually on top of me at the time). He'd laugh and laugh and then climb back up and shove the dragon in again. Little torturer.
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