Teasing can be cruel or teasing can be loving. It’s all in the intent.
I played the violin when I was ten. Each week without fail,
as I waited for my elementary school doors to open, with violin case in hand, I was greeted by the 6th
grade teacher (who just happened to be male), as he teasingly called me “Machine Gun
Annie”. (Those days were innocent
enough that such a joke could be made.)
It was a tease thick with love and I ate it up every time.
On the other hand I can think of many teases during that time
from an older sibling that were laced with cruelty.
It’s all in the intent.
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