/tickle

It was one of those evenings that just happen.  You can’t plan it, don’t even “hope” for it, it just happens when you aren’t looking.

It started I guess when the kids were watching TV, and my son yelled out, “Dad!  She’s poking my cheek!”  “No, I’m not poking your cheek,” responded the baby, “I’m poking your pants.”  I turned to look, and she wasn’t poking his face at all – her big thing lately is to giggle “butt cheeks!” whenever she can, and those were the cheeks she’d been poking.  I had to cover my mouth so they wouldn’t hear my laughter as encouragement.  The baby’s only 2, when did she learn how to be such a wise-acre?

I went to lie down for a while, just feeling a need to be still, reflective, prayerful.  It wasn’t long before the kids came in and hopped on the bed.  “Whatcha doin’ Mom?”  “Oh, nothing.”  “Wheee!” cried the little one as she bounced around on the bed.  Eventually my husband joined us, giving free tickles to all takers.  He’s good at tickles.      The kids giggled and laughed, full of nothing but the joy of being a kid and being tickled, and bouncing around on Mom and Dad’s bed.  My son was almost breathless from shrieking, laughing so hard from Daddy’s tickles, that he called out, “Pause!  PAUSE!”  Pause?  A bit too much time on the game system, son?  So then my husband said, “Yeah, slash tickle!”  I was almost losing it by that time.  The tickling temporarily ceased, the kids ran around the living room, then back into our room, my son proceeding to stub his toe on something and my daughter ran smack into the foot of the bed.  Both of them bounced to the floor, not injured thankfully and Daddy muttered, “Bumper kids.”  I’m fast developing a stitch in my side from laughing so hard, when my son ran back into the room from getting a drink of water.  “Hey folks!  I’m back!” he called.  “What, are you playing Vegas now?” asked Daddy.  “Yeah, Thursday is Ladies night!” I offered.  “I’m here all week, try the fish, and remember to tip your waitress!” finished Dad.  Naturally my son didn’t get it, but he laughed along with us anyway.  Then he started to make faces, silly faces, and I about split open.  I had tears rolling down my face.  “Hey Mom, watch this!” he’d say, while making another face.  Faces like Popeye, one eye squinted, mouth tilted to one side, “wonka wonka wonka!”  “My sides!  My sides!” I laughed, begging him to stop, this little boy who has always loved to make people laugh.  Ever since he was a baby, nothing made him happier than the laughter of others.  He settled down after a few minutes, finding a spot on the floor at the foot of the bed.  We all got quiet, the giggles slowly ceased.  Out of nowhere, my son started chuckling again.  “Why are you laughing?” I asked him.  He replied, “Cuz I’m thingin’ … thingin’ … thingin’ funny.”

Yes my boy, yes you are.     

Posted in Family Life, Just for Fun.
3 Responses to “/tickle”

  

1. Sherri Cornelius Says:
      January 3, 2008 at 2:03 pm e

      This is your independent fan from Atlanta, trying to type through laughter. I wanna play! Woo, tickles!

      You have such a great family, V, I LOVE this story. Felt like I was right there with you, and it helps that I’ve “met” everyone in the house. I bet you were SYAO.
  

2. DarcsFalcon Says:
      January 3, 2008 at 10:59 pm e

      Yay! My Atlanta fan! Woo! Lmao! Wasn’t that funny?

      C’mon over! We have plenty of tickles to go around. I’m glad you liked the story, and glad I decided to post it. I’ve been thinking about the “mommyblog” thing too. Oh, and I was doing way more than SMAO, I was laughing out loud with the best of ‘em.
  

3. darcknyt Says:
      January 4, 2008 at 4:13 am e

      She was … I was there, and I know, it’s true. She was actually LHAO then. I had to scoop it up and re-attach it.