personal space

The other day Tyler had gotten a bit hyper and silly and was very "in my face" singing and laughing. Finally I asked him to calm down and I asked him if he knew what "personal space" was. Of course he didn't, so I tried to explain the concept of an imaginary bubble around someone and you don't want to enter someones personal space if it bothers them.

Fast forward to today and I come out to the living room after nursing Jason to find Tyler putting on his PJ's (the boy loves his PJs). I ran over and scooped him up and started tickling him and squeezing him. Through laughter he announces "stop mommy, you're invading my imaginary bubble". Then he asked me to do it again. That child never ceases to entertain me.