This morning we were cuddled in bed. Daughter in the middle. Husband and I on either side of her. Dog pouring across the whole bed. Daughter looked up and pointed at the ceiling fan.
“I’m going to put a tomato on each one of those.”
“A tomato on each blade of the fan?”
I looked over her head and saw Husband shrug his shoulders.
“Yeah… and then I”ll turn it on.”
“Oh, really? What if we put you on a blade of that fan?”
“Never!” she giggled.
And then a round of tickling began.