Katharina usually wakes up from her nap sour and grumpy, and today was no different. In an attempt to lighten her mood, I commenced snuggling and smooching her sweet cheeks.
“Don’t tickle me , Mommy,” she snapped in two year old disdain.
Putting on my most nonchalant attitude, I spoke back coolly, “Oh, no, Kate, I wasn’t going to tickle you anyway.” And on I went, pretending to ignore her.
“Mommy,” I felt her tug my skirt, “You can tickle me if you want to.”
And I did. The end!
