"Let's watch Jungle Book."
"I don't want to watch Jungle Book, it's dumb."
"No, it's not, it's fucking brilliant and we're going to watch it."
Pouting. Then embarrassment, then complete transfixion. Eventually he put on the big boots so he could dance along with the king of the swingers, King Louie, the jungle V.I.P. (Here's a link to a great clip of that scene and some background on the hep cats behind it.)