"Daddy," Andre says, clinging to the side of the bed and hoisting himself up in the way that both Ricardo and Alicia have told him not to, since he's still kind of short and the bed is so big in comparison.
Instead of reminding him, however, Ricardo chooses to boost him up onto the mattress safely and holds him close, tickling him until Andre squirms and giggles, quickly growing breathless under his father's teasing assault. "What's up, hijo?"
Andre looks up at him with wide, hopeful eyes. "I've been watching Mommy's old matches," he says. "Can I learn to wrestle too? It looks fun."
Ricardo allows himself to resume tickling his son's sides, listening to his protests and giggles while thinking about how best to answer this. "You're a little young," he says, finally stilling and resting a hand on his son's stomach, feeling his rapid breathing as he gets over the second tickle attack of the last five minutes. "But I guess we could..." He suddenly scoops Andre up and bounces him gently against the mattress.
"What was that called, daddy?" Andre asks, eyes wide as he rights himself, staring at his father.
"Scoop slam," Ricardo chuckles. He then reaches out and pokes his son's nose. "But don't expect this too often, until you're a little older, alright? No point in worrying your mother and Sofia, right?"
Andre nods, going a little crosseyed as he stares at his father's finger. "Of course, daddy," he says, jumping up and throwing his arms around Ricardo. "Some day I'm gonna be tall and strong like you and do all the spoop slams," he cheers, hugging Ricardo tightly.
Ricardo laughs and buries his face in his son's hair, squeezing him back. "I know you will," he says, hoping that Andre's road will be a lot gentler than his own was. "I can't wait to see it." He kisses Andre on the side of the head and then scoops him up for another gentle slam, enjoying the glee on his son's face as he bounces him lightly.