Audrey pulled a pajama shirt down Mikhail's head as he sat on his bed.
She had just finished bathing him, and he was ready to sleep for the night; she could feel his troubled mind but chose not to say anything about it. She, too, needed answers.
"Moma?" Mikhail called quietly.
Audrey sighed, "Yes, honey," She smiled at him.
"I have questions," He stared at her face.
Audrey nodded, "Okay, hit me - Ouch!" She held her ribs, glaring at Mikhail who was laughing.
"You've said, 'hit me,'" He pointed out.
"You little devil," She pushed him down and attacked his ribs with her fingers, tickling him.
"No, no, please! Ha-ha-ha, Moma, stop!" He kicked around, trying to get her off of him.
Audrey was relentless, she tickled Mikhail until tears fell from the sides of his eyes.
"Are you sorry?" She narrowed her eyes at him.
Mikhail vigorously nodded, "Yes, Moma, I'm sorry, I will behave, I promise," He was still giggling, looking into her green eyes with his mischievous ones.
