Well, my wife's conversion to full tickler status is now complete. For the last week or so she has injected tickling into one of our many daily family customs. Every night, I read bedtime stories to our two girls. We lay on our bed and we read a few books (usually the same ones over and over and over ...) Anyway, the last five or six times, my wife has joined us and will lay across me as I lay on my stomach. While I read, she will slip her fingers under me and into my armpits or ribs. She wiggle them gently while I try to keep reading without letting on or cracking up.
So far, I've been able to hold it together until about 10 minutes ago. We were reading a really long Dr. Suess and I couldn't make it. I finally had to pull away and tickle her back. I got into her neck area which always makes her let out this ear piercing squeal. Then I got into her armpits and started trying to reach her feet to pull off the socks she had on. The girls thought that this was all pretty funny.
Once I got one sock off she took of and ran downstairs. I finished the book and came down after her. She's on the phone with her mom right now with one sock off and her newly painted plum toes just calling my name. I'm gonna go see if she can keep her composure while I get those feet. My mother-in-law won't mind.
Does anyone else out there have tickling traditions like this? I hope that this one becomes a habit.
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So far, I've been able to hold it together until about 10 minutes ago. We were reading a really long Dr. Suess and I couldn't make it. I finally had to pull away and tickle her back. I got into her neck area which always makes her let out this ear piercing squeal. Then I got into her armpits and started trying to reach her feet to pull off the socks she had on. The girls thought that this was all pretty funny.
Once I got one sock off she took of and ran downstairs. I finished the book and came down after her. She's on the phone with her mom right now with one sock off and her newly painted plum toes just calling my name. I'm gonna go see if she can keep her composure while I get those feet. My mother-in-law won't mind.
Does anyone else out there have tickling traditions like this? I hope that this one becomes a habit.
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Then usually after he concedes and says, “ok, ok, I will let him up, at which time he will run off into another room and try to hide from me Which of course gets him tickled once again after I have tauntingly issued the “come out come out wherever you are 




