If even pretend that I'm about to tickle him, Mr. Grunty busts up with his cherubic laughter. I will say "num, num, num, num", bounce from side to side with each "num" and flap my fingers together like the are crab claws.
That doesn't amuse Miss Squeaky. Now, if I am holding one of her toys, or her pacifier in my mouth. That, is high comedy for her. Especially if I then shake my head back and forth.
Miss S has two teeth now. And is making forward progress whilst crawling.
Mr. G, no teeth. But still enjoys to talk loudly.
They like it when I dance all silly for them.
They enjoyed watching Oliver chase a bottle cap around the house last night.