"So stealing you and making you the back up drummer," John told the toddler, his hands using the sticks quietly on the snare for the song and playing the bass with his foot - at musically appropriate intervals even - back at her. Connor might get jealous, in what passed for jealous in his friend, but John rather suspected he'd find it cute as well.
It was pure silliness, Connor knew, but the girls didn't seem to mind that they were doing it. It wasn't that they weren't mature, though like all men they could be very immature at times; it was more that they did need the laughter and the lightness in between times. Besides, it also made Emily laugh so it couldn't be a bad thing, he thought. He leaned over and gave her a sweet and silly kiss on the cheek, still chuckling lightly.
"Paaaaaarched," he mock complained, holding his hands out to Colby, who had risen and was going to the snacks. "Minions, fetch!"
Colby snorted. "Fetch yourself, Con. Up you go, the lame shall walk again and all that jazz," he said, grabbing Connor's hands and yanking him up.
"You, sir, are no Jesus," Connor informed Colby, failing to keep a straight face. "I have evil non-minions," he lamented to Emily over his shoulder. "They're mean to me. But since I'm up, you want something?" he asked her.