The white ankle socks, legs and the smidgeon of blonde hair hanging down, that’s me, Grandma. Look at the face on Paul. He’ll be three in December.

Paul is learning how to share. He finally did share the big blue furry mitts, but I had to “tickle” them away from him.

Paul can’t read the words yet, but he’s acting out the Tickle Monster’s next move in the book. “For my crowning achievement I’ll tickle your toes, and your elbows, your knees, your neck and your nose, and your earlobes, your eyebrows your chin—quite a tally—I’ll tickle them all for my big GRAND FINALE!”

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