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>> Libby kicks, but <<

(another day in the office) "Ooooo, I hope nobody kicks me in the butt!", doctor Macaluso proclaimed with musical dramatic excess, as he felt a little tap on his backside. That tap nearly kicked both of Libby's parents out of their chairs, as Dr. Macaluso stood suddenly erect holding his buns, "Somebody kicked me? Nooooooo." He then bent over again so as to make a target more toward the right. He could hear four year old Libby giggling and snotting with equal measure. This tap was longer in coming and may well have required all the devil living behind those large brown eyes. Quickly alternating snot bubbling gave away the effort, "Nooooo. Somebody kicked me again! Who was that?" Libby was gleaming with pride and snorting laughter nose foam at her mom and dad in turn. Then she would get all quiet, smiling with her top teeth on her lower lip in anticipation. Kick. Her face said it all, do it again. A few subtle hand signals and dad had her turned on her belly across moms lap. The right poise of Dr. Macaluso's backside got the kick that was expected along with the hilarious joy such kicks in the butt bring to children this age. Classic silent movie stuff, poking at authority. Dr. Macaluso was already quite disheveled from what had preceded, a tumble kind of play on the floor. Now he scooted to the far side of the room and requested, "Walk her over to me." "She can't," was mouthed silently by her protective father.