write a story about a baby only liking his neck tickled and when he had any other place tickled he would start crying

Once upon a time in a cozy little town, there lived a cheerful baby named Oliver. With big blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and a tuft of blond hair that seemed to dance with every giggle, Oliver was adored by everyone he met. He had a contagious laugh that could brighten the cloudiest day, but there was one peculiar thing about him: he only liked to be tickled on his neck. Oliver’s parents, Lily and James, adored their son and took great joy in spending hours playing with him. They would gently stroke his back, blow raspberries on his belly, and attempt to engage him in tickle fights, but every time they ventured below his neck, Oliver would dissolve into tears. It was quite a mystery—how could such a giggling bundle of joy turn into a wailing ball of sorrow with the mere touch of a finger on his belly or toes? One sunny afternoon, Lily and James decided to invite their friends over for a small gathering. As the laughter and chatter filled their home, Oliver sat in his playpen, giggling at the sight of his loved ones. His little cousin Mia, a lively two-year-old, noticed Oliver’s silliness and approached him with a playful grin. “Hey, Ollie!” Mia called out, waving her tiny hands. “Let’s play!” Mia reached into the playpen and started to tickle Oliver's belly. Instantly, his joyful laughter turned into wailing, and he threw his arms in the air, his tear-filled eyes searching for reassurance. “Oh no, what happened?” Mia exclaimed, startled by his sudden change. Lily quickly rushed over. “He just doesn’t like being tickled anywhere but his neck,” she explained, trying to comfort her baby while gently rubbing the soft spot at the base of his neck. Instantly, Oliver transformed back into his happy self, smiling through his tears. Their friends watched in amusement, wondering how one little tickle could set off such a reaction. “It seems like he’s developed a very specific taste in tickles!” one of them joked. As the days turned into weeks, curious family and friends began to test Oliver’s tickle preferences. They all quickly learned the magic touch: a gentle stroke on his neck would elicit the sweetest giggles, while any attempt to tickle somewhere else ignited the storm of tears. News of Oliver’s unique quirk spread through the town, and soon visitors began to drop by just to witness the "Tickle Trial." With a wide-eyed curiosity, they would try everything—an elbow poke, a knee nibble, and even a finger sweep across his toes. But every time, the result was the same: a clamor of cries interrupted by the tranquil symphony of neck tickles. One day, a wise old neighbor, Mrs. Thompson, called on Lily and James. “You know, dear,” she said, “every child has something that comforts them. Maybe Oliver’s neck tickling is his way of expressing love and joy.” Her words resonated with them. As parents, they decided to embrace Oliver’s lovable quirk instead of being puzzled by it. They started to turn neck tickles into lovely moments. Every night before bed, they would create a tickle routine that felt like a little festival of laughter. They even began taking turns during family gatherings, showcasing their own tickle techniques while lovingly respecting Oliver’s preferences. As the seasons changed and Oliver grew older, the tickling routine remained a cherished family tradition. Eventually, the giggling baby transformed into a tow-headed toddler who explored the world with boundless energy. Though his tickle preference evolved, the warmth of those neck tickles brought back memories of laughter and love shared among family and friends. And so, in that cozy little town, the legend of Oliver's tickle preference lived on, reminding everyone that sometimes, a little uniqueness is simply a part of what makes us all special. And even if the world didn’t always understand it, Oliver’s family knew that love—especially in the form of a gentle neck tickle—was what truly mattered.