The Swishy Swashy Hot Shot

Last time Ahma came to visit she instructed Little Man in The Way.

The Way is the ultimate toture device to be used on his mother.

I am ticklish. Extremely ticklish. All my mom would have to do is wiggle her fingers at me and I would collapse on the floor.

Little Man is now adept in The Way.

My feet are begging for some Chinese Torture as a reprieve.

John doesn't help the situation at all. He strongly encourages it.

And he wonders why I don't do much to stop Little Man from running at him at full speed. Oh yeah, Little Man is the perfect height for some mean payback.

Since he hadn't seen Ahma in a few months it was only fitting she teach him something new. This time it was inadvertent.

He was jumping on her bed, throwing pillows and himself around.

She made the mistake of asking him if he thought he was a hot shot.

So now Little Man loves to jump on beds, couches, whatever surface happens to be handy. He'll hold both his hands up like he batting, yell "HAW SHAWT!" and launch himself.

Over and over and over again.

And if that isn't exciting enough he'll run as far as the house will let him. Turn around. Run back and launch himself at the couch yelling "SWISHY SWASHY! SWISHY SWASHY! SWISHY SWASHY!"

Ah so peaceful in our house...