M: Mama! Come quickly!
M: Mama.... (heavy sigh) I'm... I'm... I'm dying.... (she says with a smile)
Me: (playing along) Oh dear... well, that's quite sad. I will be so sad if you die. What hurts?
M: (she fake winces and lifts her arm) My elbow.... my elbow is dying, mama (then she proceeds to fake faint.)