Sarcasm. It turns out kids just don’t quite get it.
Our son was fresh out of the shower, cleanly bundled in his pajamas and sitting on my wife’s knees as she was brushing his teeth. He suddenly began to wriggle his nose and make funny faces. Before either of us could react, he smeared his gooey goobers all over her forearm.
“Oh, thank you for wiping your nose all over my arm, dear.” She announced glumly.
Smoosh! He smothered his nose across her sleeve another time.
“Thanks. I really needed that.”
Sluuurop! A trinity of slimy streaks adorned her arm.
“Gah! I don’t really mean it. Stop wiping your nose on my arm!”
The puzzled look that washed over his face was priceless. It almost screamed “But mommy, I’m just giving you what makes you happy!”
I guess we’ll need to keep working on the concept of sarcasm