He yelps and scrambles away, out of swinging distance. "Hey, hey! Lame is whatcha get for goin with a little girl, man. I hope you like tea parties. You like tea, right? Better find you a nice shirt."

But he's done with this topic. Not gonna be able to smile about it much longer, and he's uncomfortable, and he doesn't wanna get smacked again. So: "Hey, hey: you been to the lighthouse? You ever been?"