SweetCheeks & Papa

This is how it started.

SweetCheeks was looking at

her new

Learn Your Numbers book

on the ottoman in front

of the sofa.

Nana was sitting beside her

reading her magazines.

Papa asked her what she was doing.

She said..

I ahm busy, Papa!

I doan wanna play wiff yoah

rhight now!

As you can see she

WAS

VERY BUSY!

Uh-Oh- Here it comes..

It is the dreaded

Tickling Machine!

Oh...No....

SweetCheeks has been

wrestled to the floor by

Papa!Never fear-once she is up..

it is too bad for him.

He laughs so hard that he

is rendered helpless.

I thold yoah NOT to tickle me, Papa.

Now yoah isss gonna gett itt!How doh yoah like it, Papa?

How doh yoah like haffing yoah face squeezed?Suddenly the face squeeze stops..

Hey! Whass in yoah mouth?

Didchu brush yoah teeeth, Papa?

Yes, I did!

Noah, yoah didn't...lemme see!Papa tries wrestling her down to

the floor again..She's a fighter this one..

The two sisters collapse in giggles.

But not our SweetCheeks..

Nope!

She is looking for the score!

Ha! I allmosss gott yoah that timhe!SweetCheeks- Poor Papa!

Don't you feel bad for trying to slap him?
Noah! I iss gonna punch him too...

Oh, SweetCheeks~

Don't punch Papa..He loves you.

He'll feel bad if you hit him.

Hims will?

Yep.

OHKAY then...

I shorry, Papa..

I wusn't rheally gonna punch yoah.

I lovffe yoah!

Nana?

Yes, honey?

Nexxt time I gonna KICK him!