When I was a kid my father used to always play this game with us where we would count down from 5, and then his hand would become a rocket and come tickle us. We played it all the time. So I tried to play it with Presley the other day at breakfast:
Me: Presley if you say 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, blastoff, my hand will turn into a rocket and come tickle you.
P1: (smiling) If your hand becomes a rocket, my hand will turn into a dog, and I'll come lick you.
So Presley would not countdown because she did not want to be tickled, but she grinned nonstop at breakfast while I encouraged her to do it with reverse psychology. She did, however, ask me to countdown, and after I did, she got up from the table, walked over to me and licked my hand! Ha ha! The picture above doesn't go with this story, but it is a funny face that P1 likes to make sometime when she is being silly. I love my silly girl.
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