Tonight, as I was messing with PhotoShop, my husband and my youngest were laying in the bed watching the Hunting Channel. During commercials, they'd "rassle".
Rob immediately wrapped Dustin in a bear hug which prompts Dustin to bellow, "OH! I'm crippled! I'm crippled!!!!"
I didn't recall him getting hurt in baseball today...."You are not crippled," Rob yells.
"I am!!! I ammmm!!!! STOP! I can't breathe! I'm crippled!!!! AAAHHHH!"
Click.
Claustrophobic.
"Dustin!" I holler from my desk, "Are you claustrophobic?"
"AHHHAAAHHHH! Yeah! Yeah! That's it!!!! I don't like it when I can't breathe! The space is too smalllllll" he's still bellowing while Rob's tickling him.
The Hunting Channel comes back on and they settle down for ten minutes....
Here comes another commercial and Rob locks Dustin into another bear hug and begins giving him "horse bites".
"AHAHHAAAHHH!!!" Dustin wails, "AHHHAAAHHH I'm constipated!!!!"
Constipated? He hasn't complained lately.
"You mean you're still claustrophobic, Dusty????" Rob squeals.
"Yeahhhhaahhhhh!!!! Yeah!!! I couldn't think of the right word!!!! ARRGGHH!!!!"
The commercial ends...the boys settle down...until the next break...
Whereupon Dustin starts to squeal when Rob grabs him in a big bear hug and starts to tickle again.
"AAAHHH!!!! Don't poke my tire holes!!!!"
Rob pauses, I roll away from my desk to look at them both, "Huh?"
"You mean your spare tire, Little Dickiieeee?" Rob screeches.
"AAHHHAAAHHHRRRR!!! Yeah, don't mess with my spare tire!!!!"
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