Chipper

(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)

Much Love

(at tuck-ins)

“I love you. You’re an amazing boy. You’re strong and fast and smart and funny and handsome and hard working. I couldn’t ask for a better son.”

(hugging)

“Now go to sleep immediately, or I will beat you with this Harry Potter book.”

“You’re weird.”

“Yes, thank you. Are you asleep yet?”

(giggling)

“You better not be faking. This book is really heavy.”

(much giggling)

“Good night, my boy.”

“Good night, Dad.”

“I KNEW IT!”

(much tickling)

(much giggling)

(much love)