theBoy has a foam fighting stick, or rather it's a piece of foam that is stick-shaped that he fights with. Or rather whacks with and with that whacking being directed at me.
He was flailing ineffectually with it behind me, flapping it at my lower back when I reached around and yanked it from his grasp. I lightly battered his body with it, touching it against his leg, arm and head in the manner of a fencing master chastising a pupil. I laughed as I battered him for I was in victory.
theBoy was naked save for an on-the-forehead-cling hooded towel, the frog one, green in hue with an embroidered amphibian croaking upon the hood's brow.
His response to the battering was to run forward and nip me on the fat roll. My lower tum now has a tiny red line, an unwelcome addition to my collection of surgical scarring.
Chooky: 1, Me: 0.
UPDATE: Later we were doing a storyverse session on the big bed. Humpty, Stumpty and their friend, Friendly Camel, were trapped in theBoy's wand—a seeming magic device that shrinks then sucks in large-sized objects, up to and including houses, cafes, and radio stations.
When Moe got sucked in, a slow-talking turtle who lives in a pond next to a playground in a pocket dimension connected to our house's drainage system, Friendly Camel ran forward to catch his friend. Only when Moe was caught Friendly Camel spiked him.
'Oh no!' shrieked Friendly Camel. 'I spiked Moe! I couldn't help it; I have a condition!'
Later Bookaboo, the story-obsessed dog rocker from the children's TV show of the same name, got sucked into the wand. Humpty ran forward and caught the dog.
'Lucky that Friendly Camel didn't catch him,' said Stumpty.
'Stumpty hands Bookaboo to Friendly Camel and Friendly Camel spikes him,' said theBoy, eyes shining.
'Spike, spike, spike,' he added with a whisper.
Chooky: 2, Me: 0, Bookaboo: 0.