"No, No, Mommy. Wait, wait a second. Onnor first!" he says, as he holds my hands down on my lap and climbs into it.
You see, we were playing another game of "Tickle, Tickles!" and Mommy had been getting too many tickles in on little Onnor for his taste. He wanted to be the one to tickle, not the one being tickled.
If only all of life was that simple. Ask and you shall receive . . .
