Sit me down and hit one of my three "tickle" spots. There's one under my chin, one on my belly, and one on top of my foot. Yes, I wiggle just like I did 10 years ago, but that's just the start. I slap my belly, fall forward with my butt sticking out, stands back up again only to topple backwards, kicking my legs over my belly, and then stand right back up, all while laughing hysterically."Again! Again!"I get more outrageous when you "tickle" me a second time, and the fun really starts with the third "tickle" session. I fancy moves which include falling over on my side, shimmying on my back, and what seems to be everyone's favorite: lying flat on my belly slapping the floor next to me as if I can’t stop laughing. I have a serious case of the giggles. My trademark voice builds into a fit of histrionics, endless snickers that drown out everything but an unintelligible cackle until even I admit I have had too much.
