I pounced on the unsuspecting Cornflower, who was quietly reading on her bed, and began tickling her. She laughed and laughed, gasped for breath, and I stopped and lay still.
"Do it again.... Mom? Do it again... Do it again! Mom?"
"Ah-ah-ow-rrr! I'm gettin' you, little monkey!" I tickled and tickled and she fell into hysterics, finally shouting something I didn't understand.
I thought perhaps she was having trouble with insects.
"What are you saying?" I stopped tickling and gave her a kiss.
"Aunt! You know, like Uncle?" She snuggled closer. "Aunt-- I'm ready for you to stop."