the tickler

On a few occasions lately, while I'm changing his diaper, Kenny has snuck his hand up my shirt sleeve and tickled my arm. He gets this awesome grin of intense mischievousness mixed with a doe-eyed hopefulness, as he awaits my surprise and giggles. What he tends to get is a, "Hey! What are you doing there? Daddy almost dropped this poo-poo filled diaper on his foot! But you may be on to something, son, so let's try this tickle technique on your mother later."