You were being annoying, to say the least. Poking him, pulling on his sleeves to get his attention while he was trying to do some housework. Of course, he would never do anything to hurt you, so what was the harm?

He might never hurt you, but that wouldn't stop him from getting him chores done.

"You cheeky little bastard," he muttered, suddenly grabbing you and throwing you over his shoulder like a burlap sack, effectively placing you in 'air jail' as he continued to make his tea.