Even if they had been real babies, they would be safe enough in the playpen to leave alone for a few minutes. They looked like they were really enjoying their return to babyhood.
Ron was breathless from the laughter and giggles. Deedee seemed to be everywhere, he couldn’t find a way to defend himself. If he raised his arms in defense, she would make a lightning strike against his armpits. If he rolled up in a ball on his back and used his feet to help protect him, she started tickling the soles of his feet. Finally, it was over. Weak with exhaustion, Ron lay flat on his back in the playpen while Deedee crowed in triumph over his supine body. Ron struggled to get up, but discovered that his infant stomach muscles were too debilitated by the laughter to sit up.