"Can we do ing around the osie?" She asks. And we do. But she wants to do it again and again and again. By the fifth time I have had enough. I have things to clean. I have to break her heart and quit.
"Mom can you tickle me?" "MOMMY!" "MOm, You it!" "uuuuh! buuuuuuh! dadadadadaaaaaaaaaa!"
If only I had the patience to stair at them all day and play all the games until THEY were sick of them.