Around Grandma's house, there's one guy that's a hot item. At least to those under the age of five. (Don't get me wrong, I think he's great, I just don't usually think of him as a hot item. I like to leave that toAuntie Beth.) The kids flock to him in droves, tackling, screaming, and laughing. To subdue them he has to beat them off with sticks.
Or he simply settles for reading them a book,
and then wrestling them to the ground with tickles,
and then reading them 40 more books.
What can I say? He's a good reader.