Take It Like a Baby!

Troy does an impressive job of protecting his belly whenever I try to kiss or tickle it. Not only does he move his hands down to block me, but he also lifts his knees up as well. I’m constantly trying to pry apart his “jaws of death” to get even the smallest opening to exploit. And even though I’m stronger, he has a tactical advantage by having four limbs to two. As I slowly start to make progress and he feels his advantage slipping, Troy starts squealing with laughter, already anticipating the tickling headed his way. I’ll tell him, “Just move your arms and take it like a baby.” Which usually only makes him fight harder.

Tonight, we were wrestling upstairs, and I was intermittently blowing “farts” on his back and sides. Every time I did, he would erupt in a fit of laughter. Seizing an opportunity, I flipped him over, attempting to unleash my spitting flatulence on his stomach. He immediately deployed the jaws of death, closing ranks with both his arms and legs. As I started to pry his arms apart, I said, “Move your arms…” And Troy responded, “…and take it like a baby!” I paused and then started laughing. “Well, yes, actually.”