Violet is chasing me around with the Surprise Tickler, a cat toy with green feathers on a long stick, so named because when we first got it she enjoyed sneaking up on Bobo and tickling his belly, yelling "Surprise!" to his great displeasure.
"Tickle tickle! Tickle tickle!" I run through the living room and onto her bed, where I roll from one side to the other like a bullet-dodging cop in an action movie. She catches me on the far side. "Tickle tickle, mama!" She pokes it firmly into my open mouth.
"Violet, I have to go to the bathroom!" I slam the bathroom door and then peek out. She's on the other side, tickling the door with the Surprise Tickler. "Hee hee hee hee!" I say for the door, slamming it.
"Tickle tickle, door!" she tells it, tickling from the outside. I open the door and tee-hee for it, then slam it shut and am silent. Open door, giggle. Shut door, silence. Violet is choking with laughter. "Tickle tickle, door! You laugh, funny door!" she instructs the door. This is fun.
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