Monkey: I kill you mommy! With this thumb!! (holds up his thumb)
Me: Which thumb? This one or that one?
Monkey: (looking at his thumbs) This one!! I am mad, mad!! (scowl)
Me: Um, okay. Go ahead. I dare you.
Monkey: Hi-ya! Take that Mommy! (pokes me with his thumb) (evil glare)
Me: (trying not to laugh at the angry monkey) oh. ouch.
Monkey: (seeing my smile, he gets more upset) Now I really get you!!! (sticks both his hands in my hair and messes it up)
Ack!! a fate worse than death by thumb. Messy hair.