Nothing makes me smile. . .

. . .more than hearing Emma ask, “Ticka, Ticka? Baa ba? Ahpit? Bela?” Translation, “Tickle me, Tickle me? On the bottom?(as she turns over sticking her backside in the air) In my armpit?(as she lifts her arm and points) On my belly button?(as she raises her shirt exposing her tiny tummy)” She’s giggling before I even touch her squirming little body. Nothing like a good tickle to take the grumpies away. Goofy girl!
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