No, he didn't run off screaming or anything.
Yesterday, I decided to play with Desi one of my favorite games that my Grandpa Pankow used to play with me. I decided to take his nose.
At first, he looked at me a bit confused. Then, I showed him his nose in my hand. That's when he started to understand.
"My nose," he said, as he tried to take it back.
Here, I decided to up the anti. I put his nose on my face.
"It's my nose, now," I told him.
"That's MY nose," he repeated.
"Well," I said, "you have to take it back."
So...he did. He reached out and grabbed my (his) nose. And by grabbed I mean he literally tried to remove his nose from my face. His thumb went up my nose as his nails dug into my nasal passages. It was not pleasant. If he had a crowbar, he probably would have used it.
I quickly surrendered his nose back to him and it put it firmly back upon his face. I think I'll let him keep it for a while.
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