The instant Kate goes for his ribs, Tommy is done for. He doubles over with a yelp, trying to squirm away, but it's as if she's pressed his 'deactivate' button and he can hardly put up a resistance for much longer. The sputtering giggles he emits are far from amused.

Also, cooties? Only girls have cooties, not boys! Tommy would correct the tiny wee child except his mouth is full of towel. And he's too busy giggling. Unamusedly.