Tire Swing

They played and played on the tire swing at Lester Park until finally Mr. Sneaky Pants turned pale and sick, his eyes rolling around slightly in their sockets.  We decided to call it a day and drive home.

Mr. SP:  (moaning)  Ooooooooooooohhhhhh.  I feel so sick.

The Banana:  (In an extremely bright, energetic, cheerful voice)  Oh, me too.  I’m sick too.

Mr. SP:  (moaning) My tummy feels really terrible.

The Banana:  (happily)  Yep.  My tummy is terrible too.

Mr. SP:  (angrily)  No, it doesn’t!  Your tummy doesn’t feel bad at all.  You aren’t even TRYING to sound sick.