She flops herself upside down insisting on a belly rub, and I tickle her cute little tummy. What a sweet, sweet baby!
Without warning, she leaps up, skitters away, turns back to the offending tummy-tickling prey..... She arches her back, sidles toward the evil foe (my hand), moving sideways on tip-toe, hair bristling, eyes mere pinpricks and ears cocked back in mock ferocity.
Eeek! Look out Hand! Run for your life!
