Tickle, tickle

As a little girl, my grandmother would "tickle" my face (and arms) with something soft. Usually it was a small feather or something similar. Now, I tickle Blair's face with a few strands of my hair (which works out rather well since my hair is so long). She loves it and always says, "Tickle, tickle!" It is a fond memory with my grandmother, that I now share with my daughter.