No idea how it started. For more than forty years, Jim and I have engaged in this tres twee exercise of love (look away if you must): I gently tug on his ear lobe and he squeals "Whee, whee, whee." I think it's a variation of the this-little-piggie-toe thing.
Jim no longer "Whee, whee, whees." But I will tug until I get to freeze hell over.
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