Dennis pulled a face as Rose kissed him. "It wasn't your child," he said in a tone of voice that would have better suited a Nobel Prize winning physicist talking to a dalmation, "It was the child of the giant jelly baby that was chasing me." He rolled his eyes and reached over and poked Rolf in the upper thigh. "None of that!"
He tilted his head and considered for a long moment. "Can I have presents then breakfast," he asked with a sweet little grin. "It's nice to have my birthday remembered!"