“TICKLEY TICKLEY ROUND YOUR TUMMY” she would whisper in a sing song tone as she traced her fingers across my stomach. The two of us snuggled up on her couch.
“We Yike, jeopardy, don’t we Gamma.” the 6 year old version of me would look up at her and smile.
“We sure do!” she smiled back, returning to her tickling song.
“Tickley, tickley round your tummy, if you laugh you’ll be a mummy.” her long fingers making loop da loops on my belly.Read More