Sometimes the only way to say "I love you" is to pounce on an exposed tummy and tickle until they gasp for air and call you a bastard.
The idea for this presented itself and would not leave my mind. I'm not happy with how it turned out - it's rushed and kind of cartoony - but I wasn't getting anything else done until this one was out of my system.
And yes, it is auto-biographical. I'm mean that way.
