Sorry— Uh, pass it back to me, would you?

picks -ˋˏ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝘼𝙏𝘼𝙇𝙔𝙎𝙏 (H) up. “The hell?”

“Like this?” Doesn’t put him down. Instead just dangles him by an ankle now.

Snickers. “I won’t drop yo- OOPS!” Pretends to drop him by dipping him down suddenly before yanking him back up with a laugh.

“What’s that? I can’t hear you when you’re FALLLIIIINNNGGGGG~” does it again.

Ah— Shit, he went too far— Straightens him in his arms. “Hey heyyyy! Don’t cry! You’re okay!”

“I’m sorry! It was just a little pay back! Don’ttellmom—“ Hugs him.

“I wouldn’t have actually dropped you!” NO—

“You should have!” PLEASE NO—

“NOT THAT HARD!” Squeezes him so he can’t snitch.

“You’re fine though!” Squeeze.

“Liar. I’m a doctor” —in training— “You’re fiiiiine.”

Rolls his eyes and tickles his belly. “So I should take you to the hospital, right?”

Blows a raspberry on his belly. “Oh no! I think it’s an emergency! You might need surgery.”

“Too late! We’re going to the hospital!” Starts running around the house making helicopter noises.

“Nu-uh. You totally have laughitis! It’s suuuuper deadly!” He says in his most mock serious tone.

A dramatic gasp. “Am not! I should just throw you in the garbage.” Lifts him high in the air like simba.

“I’m going to kick my dad.”

“He says I eat dirt. Imma kick him.”

“What?? No?? What???”