The Kitty and the Tickler

Sam has decided that he is a kitty. Today he requested that I serve him his milk in a bowl so he could drink like a kitty. Yesterday he had his water in a bowl. Gus has taken to tickling himself and others. He lifts his own shirt (or the shirt of the person nearest to him) and says "tickle, tickle" as he tickles his belly (or the belly of the person nearest to him). What can I do but serve up Sam's milk in a bowl, allow Gus to tickle my belly and wonder what imaginative adventures tomorrow will bring? I'm the luckiest mommy in all the world!