Narcissistic Tickling
Posted 26th August 2008 by Erica, tagged preschooler, sick, karma, narcissism, tickling
I've created this game where I tickle poor Ben mercilessly until he screams, "I LOVE YOU!!!" Not only do I make him tell me he loves me, but I also get to hear that hysterical kid laughter that thrills me to no end. A bit selfish and narcissistic, maybe, but I figure he owes me after the recent nights of coughing, intermittent sleeping, dozing while sitting upright in chairs and the weakening of my own immune system.
One night during a tickle fest, he managed to get out between breaths, "Mom… please…. just… stop… a minute. Your breath isn't very nice." This made me laugh so hard that apparently the smell of garlic nauseated him and he had to run away. I made sure he knew that he couldn't escape the Great Garlic Giant and chased him up the stairs to tickle him until he puked.
Well now it's my turn to be sick and I've got a super fun head cold and an odd Marge Schott cough that makes me sound like I've been smoking Cuban stogies for the past 30 years. Add to the mix a medium-sized bout of vertigo and a dose of Sudaphed and I'm sure we've got the makings of either a meth addict or a new owner for the Cincinnati Reds.
While Ben is convinced that he's first and foremost a shark doctor, he has one specific tip for curing the rest of the world once the sharks are given a clean bill of health. His panacea for all things hurting?
Ice in a ziplock baggie.
Nothing can fix a tummy ache better than applying ice to the belly button. Stubbed toe? Ice! Brain tumor? You guessed it! I'm sure his recommendation to me would be a nice bath in a tub of ice while sucking on a popsicle. I can't imagine this will stop my narcissistic tickle fests.
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