Hubby [collapsed on the hall floor, with Medium rubbing his shoulders and Small standing on his back]: It's walk on my back, not dance on my back!
Small giggled and jumped down...over Hubby's head.
Medium leaned against Hubby's belly.
Hubby: Oh, you don't want to do that!
Hubby [pointing his index finger at Small]: Pull my finger.
Small grabbed his finger and tugged.
Hubby: Oh, wait, I lost it.