Kane and I often have little Mum and son time in the afternoons - stupid little games, usually involving him pushing me over and using me as a hill to push his trucks over (the dog doesn't stay still long enough). He knows that if he plays to rough, I'll say "ouch" in a growly voice, and play time is over.
He learnt a new trick a couple of days ago, giving me a head-butt kiss, or otherwise deliberately playing rough, then clamping a little pudgy hand over my mouth so I can't growl him.
How the hell do I stop myself dissolving in a fit of giggles?
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