My unka Runt has just been 20 bazillion shades of kind and nice to me since forever. And so i think I need to give him something...so...this is a little story.

Gemma had lost her binkie...again. She was always losing that pacifier and usually when she finally noticed that she suddenly no longer had it, it would often result in a crying fit which was where she was currently found, on the floor, by her Uncle Runt.
Knowing exactly what had happened, mainly because it always happened, Runt scooped the little sobbing squirrel girl up into his arms and gently bobbed her up and down trying to calm her down as his eyes scoured the room for the offending artifact.
"Come now Gemmy don't cry" He spoke softly to her, causing her to quieten down a little, her ears perked up, propped forward listening to him through bleary eyes and sniffles.
Quietly, she noticed she could see a faint reflection of herself in her uncles nose, and tentativly her little paw reached out and touched his wet nose.

"Booooop"

Runt had been watching her all this time and as her inquistive paws touched his nose he had made a funny noise. He watched her face, first a mix of confusion and bewilderment which was swiftly replaced by a large grin. She touched his nose again.

"BOOOP"

Gem giggled and repeated the move

"BOOP"

This time infectious baby giggling filled the room. It always amused Runt how babies could go from one extreme emotion to the other in the blink of an eye, and so he continued to make silly noises as Gem continued to be fascinated by his nose, and he continued to search for her missing dummy before she realised it was still missing and he'd be back to square one again.