Tickle-Tortures!
When I tickle Jake under the arm, he, like most kids, squeals and giggles. He brings his own hands up and grabs my hands out of the way to stop the tickling.
Starting today though, he then lifts my hand back up to his armpit, encouraging another tickle. I remember doing that as a kid!
I also remember running away from my Dad, giggling like a maniac, and screaming something like "don't chase me, Daddy" and being thrilled to bits when he set off running after me. "Tickle-torture" then ensued. When that was done, my brother and I would climb on top of my Dad and try our very best to tickle-torture him. It was never quite as successful.
It is so weird and wonderful to me that I now have a child of my own to tickle-torture and chase around the house.
