I am laying down.
Relaxing and quiet.
-Dad, what are you doing? Dad?
mnnn, I'm resting.
-How long will you be resting Dad? I hope not more than one minute because I need someone to play with me.
At this point he has moved from the floor to my side so everything else he says is directly into my ears.
Pal, I am just resting for 5 minutes okay? Can you play quietly to help me rest?
-Oh Man! Five minutes is almost a hundred minutes!!!
He says this as if it is causing him real pain and anguish.
But for the next few minutes he is as quiet as he can be, which is still pretty loud.
-Dad? are you done resting yet?
Am I still laying down?
Well then, I guess I am not done yet.
-Dad? (at this point he starts to mush my face around with his grubby mitts.) Dad? Dad.... Dad.
-Are you going to get up soon?