With my arms trapped I laughed as he began to tickle me mercilessly.
“STOP!” I cried out while wrestling my arms up through the sweatshirt and down into the sleeves.
Once my arms were where they were supposed to be he stopped tickling and told me to sit on the floor so that he could get my shoes and socks on my feet.
I hadn’t done any of the dressing myself, Daddy Phil had done it all. Once he had both of my shoes tied and helped me to my feet, only then did I realize that he’d tied my shoelaces together. I had tried to take a step and fell forward only to have him catch me.
“HEY!” I complained and laughed at the same time.
“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” Daddy Phil laughed too as he flipped me over on my back and tied them right this time.