Damien went kind of pail, “No, don’t be him. I don’t like him.”

“Oh sorry, who should I be then?” I asked.

“Um, you can be…” he thought out loud, “Um, oh I know! You can be Professor Quarrel!” and started to laugh so hard that he snorted.

“Quarrel? No way, he was a wimp! I want to be someone cool.” I said.

“Um, how about Professor McGonigal?” he said and now I knew he was just messing with me.

“I’ll give you Professor McGonigal!” I said and chased him all the way down the stairs and into the dining room with Damien laughing all the way.

“McGonigal, McGonigal!” he chanted from the other side of the table where I couldn’t get at him.

“If I catch you I am going to tickle you until you beg for me to stop and even then I won’t…” I didn’t get to finish because I could tell by the look on Damien’s face that he’d pooped again, only this time inside the diaper.

Damien looked down at the floor, then up at me, then down at his diaper and back up to me before he said, “Hey, it worked!”

“Of course it worked, that’s what they’re for!” I said with a laugh.

“Then, can I go watch Simpson’s now?” he asked trying to make me forget that he had just been teasing me.

“No, I still have to tickle you!” I said very matter-of-factly.

“Noooooooo! Don’t tickle me Max!” Damien was half laughing and half whining.

“Take it back then!” I said.

“How?” he asked.

“Just say that you take it back.” I replied.

He smiled, giggled and then said, “Oh, ok then I take it back. Now can I go watch the Simpson’s?”

“I guess so!” I said.

He took a step and then stopped.

“What? Are you pooping again?” I asked.

Damien blushed. “Nooo!” he said as though it was the dumbest question I could have asked him. “Promise you won’t tickle me?”

“Ok I promise!” I said.

Damien came around the table but was keeping his eye on me. He obviously still thought I was going to reach out and grab him but then he shouted, “McGonigal!” and ran to the living room.

“You little monster you!” I shouted and chased after him.

I had him pinned to the floor and was tickling his ribs. He was kicking and squealing for me to stop, “You promised! You promised!”

“That was before you said it again!” I said.

“Uncle!” he cried out.

“That isn’t going to stop me!” I laughed.

“Uncle, Unnnccle, UNNNNCCCLLEEE!!!” he screamed.

“All you have to do is take it back and I will stop!” I told him.

“I take it back, I take it back!” he squealed and threw his head around on the floor.

When I finally let him up he sat up on the floor and rubbed the back of his head, “You made me hurt my head again!”

“I didn’t do anything that you didn’t deserve!” I said.

“Kiss it and make it better!” he said with a grin!

“Eeeww! No way, you smell like poopy!” I said.

“That’s ’cause you made me poop when you were tickling me!” he said with his bottom lip sticking out like he was pouting.

“Ahhh! Did I make the little man go poo-poo?” I teased wondering how he would take it.

Damien launched himself at me and for a second I thought he was going to attack, but instead he wrapped his arms around my neck and said, “Take me upstairs for another bath!”

“Why should I?” I said wrapping my arms around him and squeezing tighter then a hug but not as tight as a bear hug.

“Ooooh! You are squishing me!” he moaned.

I loosened my grip and he took in a lung full of air.

“Better?” I asked.

“Uh-huh!” he said laying his head down on my shoulder and pressing his body against mine.

“You know what?” I asked patting his diapered bottom.

He lifted his head and turned his face toward mine, “What?”

“You stink!” I said with a grin.

Damien smiled bigger than I’ve ever seen him smile and then quick as a rabbit puckered up and kissed my left cheek.

“Eeeeww, what did you do that for?” I asked.

“Because!” he said with that same big smile.

I wiped at my cheek and complained, “Yeah but now I have Damien germs all over my face!”