I give Z a nightly massage, and she likes me to tickle her stomach with my fingertips. "Mommy, tickle me with your fingers and don't let your hands come down. If your hand touches, I'm going to take away all your earrings and all your necklaces and all your bracelets."
She also threatened me with the following in an attempt to keep me from leaving her room and going downstairs: "If you leave me, I'll be very upset and I won't let you put me to bed ever again!" She must have caught the glint in my eye, because she followed that up with "And I won't draw you in any of my pictures!"
