Again and Again and Again...

Brian was doing his manic thing on my bed, rolling around, hiding under pillows, kicking the blankets around, making lots of repetitive screechy sounds when he stopped, looked at me and said, "You okay?"

We play this game a lot and I replied my usual answer, "I'm okay.  Are you okay?"

He laughs and goes back to his thing.

Stops and says, "You okay?"

I answer, "I"m okay. Are you okay?"

He giggles and starts rolling and kicking and screeching again.

He stops, "You okay?"

This time I say, "Yup."

He stares at me confused, "You okay?"

I try another answer, "I'm good."

His grin is slowly starting to disappear, "You okay?"

I decide to push it a bit further, "I'm fine, thanks."

He goes to very serious mode as he reiterates, "You okay?"

Sigh. "I'm okay.  Are you okay?"

Instant facial expression change from serious to silly, manic-giggling boy.

Ten seconds later...."You okay?"

And so goes the life of repetition.