Literature
Daughter likes to be tickled pt. 8
“Oh, ugh ok. So um… you never answered my question.” Trish shook her head. “Oh sorry hun, no that’s not what I meant, I mean.” She laid back down on her daughters legs and looked back at her. “I meant that I want you to say the rhymes while I’m tickling you.” Sam’s eyes opened wide, she could barely hear anything her mom was saying and let alone saying the rhymes herself while being tickled. “Mom, I don’t think I can do it.” Trish smiled. “Just try your best.” She held on to her daughter's pinky toe. “Ready?” “I, I guess?” “Remember you can say no to me.” She looked back at her. “Do you want me to continue?” Without hesitation. “Yeah, I’ll give it a try.” Trish smirked to herself and scratched her pinky toe. Her lips curled upwards, her head arched back and her eyes closed. She did her best to speak. “Hehehehehe...Th...Mhmhmhmhmhm...this….litt...hahahahaha...piggy...had….” Laughing to herself as she struggled to remember the words. “Wai...hahahahaha...wait...what was