Mature

It all started on Saturday afternoon when I came in after mowing the lawn. Mom jumped me from behind the door and started tickling me without mercy.

“Gottcha!” she screamed and put me against a wall. I started giggling and trying to fight Mom’s fingers off their torture. I know if I didn’t get away soon, Mom would make me laugh in tears.

We’ve been doing this since I was seven. ‘Cause Tomorrow she woke me up for school by jumping on the bed What I slept in and she started tickling me until I begged to stop. But I usually even came on the next weekend, because when Dad had to leave for work very early, so Mom slept late. While she was still asleep, I flew out of nowhere and landed on her bed… And I bounced us both high in the sky. In the past we went upstairs to drop ice cubes together, water balloons coming from nowhere and when we trained in the backyard, we sprayed each other with the garden hose (although we were never outside when that happened. What a mess!). We behaved more like best friends than mother and son.