Chapter Four: A day in the woods


After our morning playtime, we decided to make breakfast together.  I figured pancakes would be easy to do together. We took out all the ingredients and utensils.  I measured out the pancake mix and he put it in the mixing bowl.  I did the same with the milk and I broke the eggs. He started to mix all the ingredients.  At one point, he splashed a bit of batter on his belly.

"Oh Oh! Is that a dirty belly?" I gasped

He giggled and tried to squirm around me to get to the sink.  I blocked his path. He ran to the couch and curled up in a ball.  I started to tickle poke him.  I grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head.  I started to blow and nibble on his belly.  I used my nose to tickle his ribs.  He was squealing and squirming as much as he could. Then I licked the batter off his belly.  He loves/hates the feeling of a wet tongue wiggling in his belly button.  After we played on the couch, we went back to making the pancakes.  I poured the batter onto the hot frying pan.  I did not want any hot spatter to burn him but I let him flip them over.

I was full after 3 pancakes, but Davey put 5 pancakes somewhere inside his cute 4' 8" 75 lb. (1.42 m, 34 kg) skinny frame.

He offered to do the dishes, so I went to check my e-mails and look on the Internet for things to do in the park.

"Daddy? There is a lake beside the camper. Can you show me how to work my remote-controlled speedboat?"

"Okay, you go put your shorts on and get your boat."

We went down to the lake and ran the boat for over an hour before the battery ran down.  We then went on a hike with his remote 4x4 truck. That lasted almost 2 hours.  It was lunchtime, so we decided to make hot dogs on one of the barbecue pits in the rest area.

We packed up and decided to see what was down the highway.

While I was driving, Davey straightened up and re-organized the camper a bit.  I had a tendency just to cram things into places.  When he found something that he didn't know what it was, he brought it out to me.  I enjoyed listening to him explore the entire camper from front to back. He would ask me things like; "Where would you like "Your….."  Or "Where can I put my…."  It seemed that he still thought most of the things in the camper were mine and he had to ask my permission to move things.  I decided now would be a good time to have our first "Family Meeting" I pulled over to the side of the road and sat on the couch.

"Davey, would you come here a minute?"

"What's wrong, Daddy?"

"Nothing's wrong, Buddy."  I boosted him up on my lap.

"We are a family now."

"I know that."

"Good, but what you might not know is that most everything in this camper is also yours now too.  It's not just 'My' juicer or 'My' TV.  Most of the things in the RV are yours too."

"You know that GPS  receiver that you keep asking to borrow for your laptop?"


"Well, that belongs to the Family so it's yours too."

"Now, things like toothbrushes or clothes are different because those things are more personal.  Most of the things in here belong to both of us now.  Anything that we share and use together belongs to both of us. You don't have to ask my permission to use anything that we share together.  It would make me very happy when you ask me where I might like something put, if you say something like; 'where would you like OUR…'"

"Even the camper belongs to you too.  This is 'OUR HOME' not my camper.  Do you understand, Buddy?"

"Thank you so much, Daddy," a few happy tears ran now his cheek.

"Now let's get back on the road."  I gave him a big hug and kissed him on the forehead.

As we pulled into Jasper Park Information Center, I asked him to put a nice shirt on along with shoes and socks.  I also asked him to lay out some clothes for me.

He liked running around in just his shorts when we were alone in the camper, but I thought it would look better if he put more on while we were exploring public places.  I explained to him that grocery stores and restaurants have rules that shirts and shoes are mandatory.

We talked with the Warden and asked him where we were allowed to set up camp.  He told us we could pull off anywhere in the park that has campsites.  I circled several areas on a map that he gave us.  Of course, Davey had to tell the Warden his story on how he got his new daddy and I took a picture of the two of them together.  We decided to sleep in the camper near the "Miette Hotsprings" that night.  We booked an executive cabin for the next two nights.

We climbed back into the camper to find a campsite.

"Daddy, are we going to go to any more public places tonight?"

"No, I don't think so, why?"

"Just asking," he said with a little mischievous tone in his voice.  He went to the back bedroom and came back without his shirt, shoes and socks on.

I pulled into a campsite area with no other campers around.  Davey already had the front windows curtains in his hands ready to put up.  He already closed all the other curtains.  When he snapped the last curtain in place, I surprised him by grabbing him under the arms and carrying him to the couch.  We spend the few moments wrestling around. 

"Daddy, wait here for a second."  He ran into the back bedroom.

He walked back hiding something behind his back.

"What are you hiding behind your back, Buddy?"

He giggled and wiggled around.

"I found some things I thought we could use when you tickle me." He said with a huge grin on his face.

I was so shocked and embarrassed when he pulled out the wrists and ankle cuffs he found in the drawer under the bed.

"Can you put them on me, Daddy?" He said with such boyish innocents. "I found them in a small tote bag with a bunch of other things."

"Why would you want me to put them on you?  Do you know what they are?"

"Sure I do.  They are kind of like the handcuffs the police use.  I was picked up by a truck driver one time, he put the ones he had on me, and then he fastened them to the hooks he had in his bed behind the driver's seat.  I really liked being tied like that. He like tickling me just as you do so I thought you would like to tickle me as he did."

"How did he tickle you, Davey?"

"He used his fingers, silly."

"No, I meant where did he tickle you?"

"All the same places you tickle me; my feet, my belly, my armpits."

"Did he tickle or touch you any place that made you feel uncomfortable?"

"No.  Daddy, what's wrong?  You are starting to look a bit sad."

"I'm not sad.  I just want to know if he did anything to you that you did not like."

"Oh, you mean like the guy that left me at the campsite where you found me?"


"Oh no, this trucker was really fun to be with, but not as fun as being with you."

I still hesitated.  After all, if someone knocked and came in, it wouldn't look good.  He then told me, when he was at a Cub Scout weekend camp out, they tied all the new cubs up with just their shorts on.  They blindfolded them. All the leaders and cubs walked by and briefly tickled each of the new cubs on their bare feet, belly and armpits.  It was part of the initiation.  He said it was fun and he laughed himself silly.  He said there were a lot of "tie up" games that weekend.  They played capture the flag.  If the other team caught you, you were taken prisoner, brought back to the other team's camp. They sat you against a tree and tied you to it.  They took off your shoes and socks and tickled your feet.  He admitted that he got caught on purpose because he wanted them to tickle his feet.

"Okay if you really want to wear those cuffs, I'll put them on you."

"Ya!! This is going to be so much fun! Thanks Daddy."

After I put the cuffs on his ankles and wrists, he grabbed my hand and dragged me into the bedroom.

"Okay Tie me like this."

He had his feet together and his wrist together above his head.

"Are you really sure?"

"Come on, Daddy, I really want you to tickle me when I can't wiggle around.  I really like being tickled like that.  Please?????"  He looked at me with his puppy dog eyes and I melted.

"Okay, but you have to promise to tell me when you are not having fun and want to be untied."

"Okay, I promise, Daddy."

I sat on the bed and gave him a kiss on the forehead.  I propped his head and shoulders up on two pillows then I fastened his wrists to the hook I had hidden below the mattress at the head of the bed.  I went to the foot of the bed and gently pulled his feet to stretch him down to the foot of the bed.  I tied a rope to the ankle cuffs and the, I fastened it to the hook under the bed.

"Is it too tight, Son?"

"Nope, it's perfect Daddy, I can only wiggle my fingers and toes."

"You mean these cute toes?" I ran my fingers along his little toes when he said that.  He giggled with a big smile on his face.  I got some thick string and tied his two big toes together and gently pulled then back and tied them to the ankle cuffs.

"There now you can't wiggle your toes."

"Oh wow, you're right, that's so cool."

I began lightly stroking his soles and he giggles even more.  I took another soft piece of string and began to run it between his toes.  He started laughing more than giggling. He looked down to see what I was using between his toes.

"That really tickles Daddy, it feels great!"

I took out a stiff little artist paintbrush and pretended to paint his soles and toes.  He really started to laugh when I poked his soles with the stiff bristles.  I ran the pointy handle along his soles.  He was laughing so hard that he wasn't making any nosy.  I stopped to let him catch his breath.

"You're not done are you, Daddy?" He panted out looking at me over his chest.

"You really like being tickled, don't you, Buddy?"

"Sure, it's the best feelings in the world!"

"I'll keep tickling you but when you stop making noises when you are laughing, I'll stop to give you a break.  Is that a deal?"

"It's a Deal.  Thank you, Daddy."

I got up and sat beside him on the bed.  I put one hand above each knee and gently squeezed.  That got him laughing hard immediately.

I moved up to his belly and lightly traced my fingers all over his belly.  He didn't laugh hard but giggled a lot. He looked at me when I picked up the artist brush.  When I placed one hand around his belly button, He knew where the brush was going next.  He really started giggling a lot even before I even touch the brush in his belly button. When I twirled the bristle in his belly button, he started laughing very hard.  I kept the brush there until he wasn't making any noises.  Again, I let him calm down.

"That was so amazing, Daddy. That little brush really tickles inside my belly button."

When he calmed down, I blew on his belly button to make it vibrate.

"Well, I think I covered all your ticklish spots, Son.  Are we done?"

"No, you haven't tickled me in one place."

Oh?  You mean here.

I started tickling his armpits.

"HAAAA HAAAA YAAAAA! That's Haa Haa the Haaa place!  Haaaaaa Haaaaaa."

I lightly tickled and poked both pits at the same time.  Then I scratched them lightly with my fingernails.  I stopped after 5 minutes.

 "I think that's enough for tonight, Buddy."  I put my hand on his chest and rubbed it firmly.


This kid could be tickled all night.

"No, I really think that's enough for tonight.  It's after midnight now. I've been tickling you for 2 hours."

"Really?  It only felt like a half an hour.  We are going to have to start earlier next time then."  He giggled.

I undid the cuffs from his wrist.  I carefully snipped the string on his big toes and then removed the ankle cuffs.

He staggered up and wrapped his arms around my waist.

"Thank You so much, Daddy.  That was the best tickling I ever had.  I really enjoy all of it from the beginning. Did you enjoy tickling me?"

"You are very welcome, Son.  Yes, I really enjoyed tickling you."

"Can we do that every night?"

"I'm not sure about every night but we will definitely do it many many more times.  Okay, I want you to go and jump in the shower and wash off all that sweat."

"Okay, I Love You, Daddy!"

"I Love You, Son!"

I turned off all the lights off except the ones in the bedroom.  I got undressed down to my boxers and lay in bed.  He came out with just a towel on.  He went straight for my side of the bed, raised his arms and said, "Inspection Time, Daddy."  I went through our 'tickle' inspection ritual.  He put on a fresh pair of briefs and climbed into bed.

"Davey, what is it that you like most about being tickled?"

"Well, my mother tickled me a lot.  Every time I would wear just my shorts, she would tickle me.  She would tickle my feet to wake me up in the morning. We would also have tickle time before I went to bed."

"Oh, is that why you like just wearing only your shorts when we are alone together?  Are you hoping I will tickle you more?"

He started to giggle, "Maybe."

I squeezed his side and he giggled more.

"I just really like the way it feels when I'm being tickled.  I like laughing myself silly."

"Well, now that I know that, you can expect a lot more tickling in the future."

"Thank you, Daddy," He said with a yawn.

"I think it's time for sleep now."

He kissed me on the cheek and put his head on my chest.

"Good Night, Daddy, I love you."

"Good Night, Son, I love you."  I kissed him on the forehead and lightly rubbed his back until he fell asleep.


I woke up about 8 am.  Davey looked so sweet I decided to let him sleep a bit longer.  I put on a pair of shorts and sandals.  I poured myself some juice and stepped out into the cool misty morning.  It was so quiet and peaceful.  I walked around the camper and just being so grateful for how much fulfilled my life has become now that Davey is my son. 

After about 30 minutes of reflecting and contemplating, I turned to go wake up my son.  Out of the corner of my eye, I caught him peeking out the back window.  I looked around for him in the camper.  As I went into the bedroom, I noticed his little feet sticking out from the blankets at the end of the bed.  His head was under the blankets.  He was obviously trying to pretend that he was still asleep.  I crept up to the end of the bed and ran a single finger along one of his feet.  His toes twitched.  I did the same with a finger along both of his feet.  Both feet twitched, and a soft giggle came from under the covers.  I took one hand and locked his ankles together.  I wiggle all my fingers along both of his feet.  He could not hold his giggles in any longer and started laughing and flopping around.  He threw the blankets off and tried to unlock my hand from his ankles.  I stopped and gave him a big hug.

"Good Morning, Buddy"

"Good Morning, Daddy"

"Thank you for tickling my last night, Daddy.  That was so much fun."

"I had fun watching you laughing yourself silly.  Are you hungry?"

"A little bit."

"How about we have something light and then head to the hot springs."


We decided on cereal, toast and juice.  Davey looked after the breakfast dishes. I went to make up the bed.  We decided to change into our bathing suits.

We drove directly to the springs.  They were not open yet so we just walked around the parking lot.  As we came back to the camper, two deer came out of the forest at the far end of the lot.  We went into the camper so as not to scare them off.  We sat in the front seats and watched them eat the berries from the bushes.  A car came into the lot and the deer disappeared back into the forest.  It parked beside us.  The driver knocked on our door and Davey answered it.

"Good Morning, I'm Mr. Taylor; the general manager of this place."

"Hi, I'm Davey and this is my new Daddy"

"Since you are the first people here and we don't open for another hour, how about I give you my personal tour?"

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor," Davey said with a big grin. "I just have to get my camera.  Do you want your camera, Daddy?"

"Yes, son."

We received the grand tour.  I think Davey enjoyed seeing the large filter pump-houses more than the springs themselves.  He let Davey turn on all the pumps.  He showed him how to turn on all the displays in the lobby with the 'hidden' switches.

Davey told Mr. Taylor the story about how we met, then his adoption, and then he told him about the party at the hotel.  Mr. Taylor was so impressed with Davey's stories and his enthusiasm that he gave him two free V.I.P. guest passes, two large towels to take as souvenirs and a $25.00 gift certificate for the gift shop when we got to his office.

"What does V.I.P. mean, Mr. Taylor?"

"Very Important Person, Davey."

"Really?  You think I'm a very important person?"

"Yes, I do."

"Wow!  Here, Daddy, you are a very important person too."  He handed me the other pass.

"Well, I have to go and open the front door; you two have a great time."

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor," Davey gave him a big hug around his waist.

We put our wallets and sandals in one of the small lockers. We put our towels and cameras on a deck chair, waded into the large pool, and began our tickle games. Davey had to know all the lifeguards here too. 

After a couple of hours, we took a break, grabbed the cameras and towels then went to the café for lunch.  I told Davey that would have to wait an hour to go back into the pools after we eat, so we wouldn't get cramps in our bellies.  He said we should go to the gift shop and use the $25.00 while we waited for our lunch to settle.  Davey picked out matching t-shirts for us.  He wanted me to have a coffee mug and he picked a few postcard pictures of the hot springs.  We put the things in our locker and spent time in the whirlpools before we went back into the large pool. 

It was getting close to dinnertime, but before we went to the lockers to get our belongings, Davey went around one more time and took many pictures of the pools, lifeguards and scenery.  We stopped at Mr. Taylor's office to thank him one more time.  Davey showed him all the things we picked up at the gift shop. He gave Mr. Taylor one last hug then we headed to the camper.

I went to the bedroom to change out of my swim trunks, but I sorta knew it was useless to tell Davey to change before we got to the cabins just down the road.  He knew there was a pool at the lodge.  I told him just to put his new towel over his shoulders when we went to get the cabin keys.  He liked that compromise.  We packed a few things into our overnight bags, put the fresh fruits in plastic bags and brought our laptops into the cabin.

The executive cabin was great. It features two queen size beds. Descending the hewn staircase, a comfortable spacious living room with sofa bed (double), dining area, colour television and gas fireplace.  The front veranda includes outdoor furniture and marvellous views of Roche Miette. Full bathroom, complete with hairdryer, complimentary in-room coffee and modern kitchenette featuring a microwave, cooking utensils and dinnerware completes the home away from home experience. 

I finally got Davey to change for dinner at the 'Poco's Café & Lounge.'

Davey ordered the broiled swordfish steak served with tangy Pineapple Salsa, Rocky Mountain Dream Salad: Tossed seasonal organic greens, topped with market fresh vegetables & your choice of dressing, Deep Fried Ice cream: ice cream drenched with fritter batter & deep-fried to perfection for your enjoyment and I insisted on a glass of milk but allowed it to be chocolate milk.

I ordered the Tex Mex Fajita: grilled flour tortilla with chicken, jalapeños, onions, tomatoes, cheese, sour cream & salsa, served with garden salad, a Caesar Salad and the chef's cheesecake and regular white milk.

We were stuffed after dinner.  We decided to "walk it off" and explore the resort.  It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.  We were over 3.5 km from the main highway, so you cannot hear any noise from it. We saw a couple of moose cross the road.  We saw elk across at the far end of the resort.  We walked by the pool area.  We spend time in a games room.  Davey's eyes were getting heavy, so I offered to piggyback him back to the cabin.  I carried him upstairs to the bed.  I ran my figures along his sides, ribs and pits as I took off his t-shirt.  He was so floppy and tired that he didn't have the strength to resist the quick tickle.  I did a quick tickle along his soles as I removed his socks.  I tucked him into bed, went downstairs, and sat on the veranda.  Another father was piggybacking his son back to his cabin beside ours.  A few minutes later, I noticed him walking over.

"Hi, my name is Tom."

"Hi, I'm Doug. A long day with your son too?"

"Oh Ya, I'm beat but it's just too nice to call it a night yet."

"I was thinking on going back to the lounge for a drink, care to join me?"

"Sure, I think I can make it there and back one more time."  We both laughed.

We grabbed our drinks and sat by the fireplace.

"So, where are you from, Tom?"

"Edmonton, this is my week with my son, you?"

I chuckled, "Well... that's sort of a long story, and my son is a master at telling that story now."

"How about telling the shorter 'father's version?' "

"Okay, let's see; I pulled into a campground just west of Calgary late one night. Davey was just standing by the gate to the campground.  I thought he was the owner's son. That night I find out he had been abandoned there earlier that day.  He had been on his own since spring when his so-called real father threw him out. The last person he was with just took off on him.  I had already planned to adopt a son of my own after my summer road trip. Last winter I did all the paperwork and got all the background checks done.  So… as I got to know Davey on our way to Banff, I called my lawyer friend to see if I could adopt him.  Last Friday, we got the final adoption papers.  His so-called father even went to court to sign the papers. That's the short boring 'father's' version. Davey will be more than happy to tell you his more exciting version tomorrow. He told all of Banff before we left and I bought the t-shirts to prove it" I chuckled.

 "How old is he?"

"10 but he points out that he will be 11 next month."

"My son just turned 9 last month.  Would you like to have breakfast together in the morning?"

"Sure, hopefully, Davey and your son will get along and wear each other out instead of us."  We both laughed.

"How long are you here at the resort for?"

"I booked it for tonight and tomorrow night."

"Great, TJ and I are here for until Sunday morning. How about we let Davey and TJ plan the events tomorrow?"

"That sounds good to me."

I got up to leave but Tom said he was going to sit and relax a little longer.  We exchanged good nights and I left.

Editor's Notes:

Another nice couple of days.  Davey sure does like the tickling and I think Doug enjoys watching Davey laugh.  Hopefully, Davey and TJ will get along.  It will be nice for Doug to have some adult time with Tom.  I can't wait to see what kind of day the boys can put together, this is going to be interesting.

I certainly hope you are enjoying the story as much as I am.