Accede to My Greatness!

Tonight, Troy and I were wrestling on the bed. He was trying to push me over, but all he managed to do was get himself thrown down over and over. After a few minutes of participating in this futility, I said, “Now it’s dada’s turn!” I then proceeded to pin him on his face with his arms trapped against his sides, and I kissed all over his back while he giggled uncontrollably. When he’d laughed hard enough to start to hurt his tummy, I said, “Accede to dada’s greatness, and all of this torture will be over.” He held out for another minute, and I said, “Say it, Troy. Say ‘I accede,’ and I’ll stop.” He gasped, “I accede! I accede!” And I had won. At least until he ambushed me and started the process all over again.