Little Piggies

I just can't resist playing with stinky little boy feet. Sometimes, I jump right in and start tickling with no warning. And sometimes, like a few days ago, I drag out the inevitable tickle torture with a game of Little Piggies.

Jacob is tied with me for Most Ticklish Person EVER. He begins laughing before I even touch his toes. And when actual physical contact is made with his feet, he's in hysterics.
Alex can hold his own, though. He watches me and grins as I lead up to the end of the game, but doesn't laugh until I've reached the ticklish pinky toe.

After countless games of Little Piggies the other afternoon, I finally called it quits. No worries- Alex decided he'd continue on his own. The only problem was, he needed help remembering the rhyme.

"What dis little piggy do?

Oh. Dis little piggy went to mark." (Actually, the market.)

"What dis little piggy do?

Oh. Dis little piggy stay home."

"What dis little piggy do? Dis little piggy had row beef." (That's roast beef.)


"What dis little piggy do?

Dis little piggy had none."


"And dis little piggy say...

'Weeee Weeee' all a-way home!"


Alex proved that you just don't laugh when you tickle yourself. But you can make the people watching you laugh. And he did. So naturally, we were treated to several renditions of Dis Little Piggy.

With the way these boys eat (including Will, who is a nursing champion), little piggies has more than one meaning in this house.

My handsome little piggies...




...and their cute little piggies.