(wrestling)
Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Hold him down while I try to tickle his feet!”
Me: “I’m not ticklish.”
Danger Monkey, age 10: “I’ve got his arms, you get his legs!”
Me: “Help. Help. I’m totally pinned.”
LMT: “I can only hold one leg.”
DM: “I’ve got both his arms, but I think he’s just letting me win.”
Me: “And now… the tickling!”
(tickling)
(much tickling)
(much laughter)
DM: “Oh gross! Your breath smells like potato chips.”
Me: “You know, for a kid who eats raw onions…”
LMT: “Of course his breath stinks! This is Dad we’re talking about. Don’t get distracted. ATTACK!”
(pounce)
(much tickling)
(much laughter)
(much love)
