“OW!”

“Oh God, what did you do this time?”

“I scraped my knee on a rock.”

“Again? What is wrong with you?”

“No, it’s the same scrape as yesterday, only I put a bandaid on it and now I’m trying to take the bandaid off and it HURTS !”

“You want me to take it off?”

“No, no…I’m fine. Just give me a min—YEOW!”

“I’ve seen 5-year-olds tougher than that.”

“You have not!”

“Give me your knee.”

“Fine.”

“Alright, I’m going to count to three. Ready?”

“No.”

“One…”

“I said ‘no’! Oh, sweet mother…”

“Two..”

“YEOWIE. I thought you said you were gonna count to three!”

“Three. There, I did. I never said I’d take your bandaid off on three. You were supposed to be so worried about the pain that you wouldn’t notice when I took it off on two. Oh well.”

“Oh well?!? You think I wouldn’t notice?!? That’s stupid!”

“So’s your face.”

”...Touché.”