It amazes me how disarmed both my boys are when asking for belly rubs. I thought the natural instinct was to protect the underbelly. Both boys throw themselves down, belly up (Willy exposed); legs splayed, waving in anticipation of being rubbed. I do a chant (now I'm exposing just how goofy I am) "Chest; chest; chick-en leg; chick-en leg" as I rub their bellies. Hard to tell who enjoys it more. |