“Gotcha now, little troublemaker!” I tickled his sides, making him squirm and shriek with laughter.
“Auntie Maddie, noooo!” he cried between giggles, his tiny hands trying to push mine away as I kept tickling him.
Still I finally stopped, letting him catch his breath as I set him back down on his feet.
He collapsed onto the couch, still giggling, his face flushed from all the running. I sat beside him, shaking my head.
“You really don’t want to shower, huh?” I teased.
He grinned, his dimples showing. “Nope! Playing is more fun.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, yeah. But you still have to shower, mister. No escaping it forever.”
Little Jason sighed dramatically. “Fine. But after five more minutes of playing, I rolled my eyes. “Deal.”
We sat there, catching our breath, the playful energy still b
