"Can I hold your hand?"

"Why?"

"Because I want to."

Without even waiting for my permission, she already grabbed my hand.

"What are you doing?"

She didn't reply. Instead, she grabbed a pen and started drawing faces on my fingers.

"There!" She smiled before showing me her hand, revealing that her fingers also had smileys drawn on them.

She pulled my hand and mimicked a man's voice as if it was my thumb speaking, "Hello."

She wiggled her finger and answered in a tiny little girl's voice, "Hiiiii!"

I chuckled at her silliness and decided to play along. I motioned my thumb and spoke in a deep voice, "It's nice to meet you."

"You, too," she waved her finger before asking the undying question once again, "so what's your name?"

"Nice try, Thumbelina but no."

"Let's thumb wrestle! Loser tells their real name."

"You just want to hold my hand."

"No, I don't!"

"Riiiiiight."

"Just tell me your name, please?"

"No."

"But why?" She pouted before changing the drawing on her finger into a sad face with teary eyes.

"You didn't tell me yours."

"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."

"You're lying."

"I'm not."

"How would I know that's not a lie?"

"My hair turns white when I tell lies."

"Really now?"

"It's true. Let's test it, then. Ask me a question or something and I'll lie."

"Say you love me, then."

"That won't work."