I'm in my room at the computer.
Enter the 4-year-old, stage left.
She lifts up her shirt and proudly announces "See my tummy!"
Then she points at my tummy and pulls on my shirt.
I obediently lift up my shirt (figuring she won't judge the fact that I am chonkier than I should be) and she leans over and plants a giant raspberry on me and runs out of the room giggling.
I can now return to my regular scheduled typing.
