She would pick up toys and bang on them like an infant, but somehow that kind of play didn’t appeal to him. He hadn’t been mentally prepared for the transition into infancy. He sat in the playpen in a semi-daze with his legs splayed out wide in front of him gazing longingly out through the mesh wall at the couch. Deedee grinned mischievously at Ron as she crawled up behind him silently. She knew what the look on her husband’s face meant. He was thinking how he’d rather be sitting on the couch like an adult than in the playpen with her. She’d put a stop to that!
When she reached Ron, she put her finger out and poked him hard in the side just below the ribs. Ron fell backwards in surprise and landed on his back.