It's all fun and games until someone loses an armpit!

My son loves to play "Tickle". I tickle him, he tickles me... you know... loads of fun, right? Well, I am the sort of person who HATES to be tickled! I mean, really and truly hates to be tickled.

I had an uncle growing up who was very tall. He would sit on my legs and hold my hands above my head and tickle me until..... well...... let's just say embarasing things would happen when I laughed uncontrollably. He'd say, "Well, if you want me to stop, quit laughing!" like I could control it! So, needless to say, I hate being tickled.

So, why is it I get a 7 year old who loves to tickle his mom???? His favorite target: my armpit. It is a sure fire way to get a reaction from me- zero in on the armpit and I'm helpless to his wiggling finger powers. He has an evil laugh and and a devilish look in his eye as he's doing it. Like, he knows I will be powerless to stop him. I hate when my kid has that kind of power over me!

So, what did I do today? I mistakenly tickled him when he got home from school, and the next half hour was spent on the floor laughing hysterically and warning him, "I mean it. It's time to stop! I really mean it!" all the while laughing- like he's really going to take me seriously!

I hate to think what he'll be like when he's a teenager. "Mom, can I have the car tonight? Don't make me tickle you!" Maybe I'll have to get my armpits removed before then.