You and Tom got seated at the kid’s table at the wedding of you two’s co-worker, teasing and laughing with each other.

“You’re ridiculous. You’re favorite Beatle is Ringo.” He says.

You hit your fist on the table lightly. “Damn right,” you replied. “Ringo’s the best.”

“Ringo is…” As he was about to finish his sentence the kids were playing duck, duck, goose and the little boy tapped him, so he played along, chasing him but not too fast.