“Pleeease! Can’t I stay up just a little longer, and have some pie with you?”, says the adorable, affectionate Maria as she hugs your pants leg, still in ‘doggy-mode’.
“Now, Maria – remember what I said would happen if you didn’t do as I tell you to tonight?”, you chide, as the slender Lolita slides along with you across the linoleum floor of the kitchen, you manage to lose her on the carpet of the family room.
Quickly recovering, the agile child is back at your heels as you enter the family's TV room, balancing two homemade cherry pie slices and a tall glass of milk. “HeeHee! Yeah! You told me you’d let the Tickle Monster out of the closet! TeeHeeHee!”, shrieks the wound-up, playful girl, as she tries to tickle you (and succeeds surprisingly well).
Almost losing both the pie slices and the milk to the carpet, you sternly say, “Hey! Cut it out! Bad puppy! No pie for YOU!”, as you seat yourself on the couch, the kid giggling like crazy and still trying to tickle you. “Marie, settle down already! Bad dog! Down, girl!”, you say, still trying to position yourself comfortably on the couch, with your napkin, munchies, milk, and TV remote.
“I wanna see the Tickle Monster! I wanna see the Tickle Monster!”, Marie giggles, as her little fingers wriggle around your hips and groin area, completely oblivious to the raging denim tent going on between your legs.
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