An unmistakable crunch beneath her feet pulled her eyes to the floor. Kyle's 1930's Jocko the Climbing Monkey toy was a bit flatter than she remembered it.
Kyle was standing in front of her shaking his head. With a smile on fire and a gleam in her eyes, she turned to face him and said "Kiss me, and tell me it's not broken."
He shook his head and swept her up off of her feet, and into his arms. He looked into her blue, grey eyes and leaned in slowly, then winked and dropped her on the bed, "You don't think I'm that easy do you?"
While he was walking away, she shook her head, it was only a little toy she broke. "He's a grown man, what difference does it make that he has had it since he was a kid, he's not a kid anymore, dammit."