Here is another one of my silly movies of Dad torturing and teasing me. For some reason, every time Dad clears his throat or coughs I hit the deck. Before coming back up for air I usually survey my surroundings and then resume play mode untouched and unharmed. Dad seems to get a kick out of this torturous behavior and I don't think Mom is in favor.
Sorry for the awful lighting, we'll remember to never film in the kitchen again.