Ken knows better than that.
He knows that he absolutely should not tickle me.
He knows that it's ON if that happens.
He has warned the boys to never, ever tickle me. Mom is not a part of any tickle monster war that he and the boys engage in.
But yet sometimes he loses his mind and forgets the rule.
And he tickles me.
Then I have to karate chop his ass down, using whatever force is necessary to take him out.
And when that happens, I don't feel one bit bad.
Even when he's curled up on the floor crying like a little girl.
Cause he knows better.
Hee-yaw boy. You knew better.
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