I, as so many of us, adore laughing. I have been known to start with giggles and end with hysterical laughing-crying fits. But as nice as it is to feel the release of a laughing fit, there is nothing so wondrous as hearing the laughter of kids and babies. Especially when you are the producer of the laughs!
I learned today that a passed down form of affection/tickling that my mother did to me, that my sister does to her children and that i have done to M for the last 3 years has the same effect on B as everyone else in its path- hysterical laughter. It starts out innocently enough, a little nuzzle under the chin. Then it turns slightly, just slightly, sadistic. With my chin, i nuzzle all the way under her chin until i can get the exact right angle of the tickle spot, to which she begins laughing and tries to push away, but cannot get out of the neck-in-neck embrace. She laughs to a point that i had yet to hear from her. M is old enough to scream with the laughter, but she cannot escape the grip of the chin-to-chin tickle fest! And if i do let go, she jumps back for more, just like i did so many years ago with my own mother. The baby can't scream or jump away yet, so i get the pure and utter satisfaction of tickling her to the utmost.
I love the sound of my daughters' laughter. And i love that i can relive such a deeply ingrained memory with them. Hopefully they will turn around and do it to their kids someday. They will if they want to hear true, deep down guttural guffaws from the ones they love.
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