Aha! He liked that squealy noise that slipped from Andrew's lips. Like he was a kitten! Or something equally adorable! Jack's fingers twitched and danced along his side, and he shifted and moved to keep up with him as Andrew squirmed.
"I am a champion! I have mastered Andrew Kirke's Tickle Defenses!" he crowed out his victory and he kept it up, especially when Andrew started to laugh.
"I should get a medal. Or a ribbon. Or a trophy!" he exclaimed and then he stopped tickling, and let his arm just flop down over Andrew, sprawling out beside him. "I'm the Tickle Monster," he agreed.