tickle monster

For those dedicated readers who don't read my facebook status updates:

Last night at bedtime, a previously exhausted Brendan suddenly perked up and started chatting on about playing basketball in PE and what he ate for lunch and all the boys he played with that day.  So I asked him whether he played with any girls.  And he paused, and he thought about it, and said, "welll, not really but I tickled three girls today."  Intrigued, I pressed for details.  And he launched into a tale about his two regular "tickle partners," M___ and P___, and "I do NOT know what M___ was thinking when she got in line in front of me because she KNEW I was the caboose [his job this week] and she KNEW I would tickle her!"  So of course then I asked him if the girls liked being tickled.  And he paused, and he thought about it for a minute and sort of shrugged.  So I asked if the girls laughed when he tickled them.  And he said, "welll, they laugh when they tickle me."  Q.E.D.  Then I asked about the third girl he mentioned, and he said, "Ohhh, O___.  She's a RARE tickle girl for me."  A sign of ladykiller days to come perhaps?