A few seconds later he reemerged holding a neck tie.
“Oh man! Do I have to wear that noose?” I whined.
“Yep!” he said with a grin.
I was happy to see him smile.
“They won’t let you in without the tie.” He said.
He began to lace it under my collar and tie it for me.
“You know, there’s a McDonald’s that is close and they don’t make you wear a tie.” I joked with him.
“I’d rather eat a rat-burger.” He said and then he tried to take a bite out of my ear.
“Hey, I’m no rat!” I said trying to pull away, but John had both hands wrapped around me, trying to get the tie just right.
“Alright, hold still fish-boy.” He said while spinning me around and putting my back against his chest.
“Ok, but no more biting!” I said in an imitative dad like voice.