Josiah and I love to wrestle. I steamroll him, toss him high in the air, and chase him around the house saying "I am going to get you" in a voice that immediately guarantees giggles and the pitter patter of feet away from my presence. Often it ends with a tickle attack, like the one shown here. I feel a bit guilty, since I am very ticklish and remember others pinning me down deaf to my pleas to stop. At least it helps squeeze that ever flowing fountain of energy of out him so he can sleep more soundly.
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If we don't, as parents, tickle torture our kids, we aren't doing our job....
:)
Oh my does that bring back memories!
Jack loved watching this, although he kept pointing to the door... I think he wanted to actually see Josiah :o)
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