When I go downstairs to tuck the boys in, Sam has the habit as I bend over him to kiss and hug him, to wrap his arms around me and grab the waistband of my pants so I can’t escape. Usually this ends in me tickling him, pretending to be a dead body and squishing him or doing the dog sniff in his ear, all of which usually get him to let go. Last night I tried a different tactic. As he was clinging for dear life I let my hair fall on his face, (he is super ticklish) which drove him nuts but he still didn’t let go, then I accidentally passed a little gas (it really was an accident!), and then I said in an obnoxious breathy voice right next to his nose, “Do you like my brhhhhheeeath??” (we had had a strong smelling soup for dinner that still lingered a little). Sam was squirming by this time and finally let go saying,
“Mom! Will you stop with the biological warfare!”
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