Are you kidding me?

The other day, on the day I (Nonno) was to arrive from Iceland, Eddie woke up in the morning and made three announcements to his Papa:

"I had a good nap."
"I want a little cake."
"Nonno is coming today."

Coming in after cake isn't bad.  I'll take it.

Ever since I got here Eddie has been asking me--well, ordering me: "Play with me, Nonno!  Play with toys."  When I say "OK" and try to play from where I'm sitting, he commands, "No, play on the ground!"  Today, after I explained that I was old and couldn't play on the ground all the time, that my knees hurt, and that it was hard for me to get down on the floor and get back up easily the way he did, he looked at me quizzically for some time and exclaimed, "Are you kidding me?"