Write a story about a young boy asking his whole family out of the feet neck armpits and sides which is not a top three ticklish spot

Once upon a time in a cozy little town, there lived a spirited young boy named Max. Max was known for his boundless energy and endless curiosity. He loved to explore the world around him, whether it was climbing trees in the backyard, racing his bike down the street, or inventing fantastical games with his friends. However, there was one thing that Max adored more than anything else: laughter. One sunny afternoon, an idea sparked in Max's mind. He decided to create a family game that combined one of his favorite activities—tickling—with something he found fascinating: the science of ticklishness. Max wanted to find out just how ticklish his family members were, but he had his own twist: he would only tickle them in the “underappreciated” spots that rarely made it onto the top three ticklish lists, including feet, neck, armpits, and sides. Excited about his plan, he rushed to gather his family. His first target was his big sister, Lily. “Lily!” he shouted. “Want to play a game?” His sister, who was fifteen and perpetually immersed in her phone, looked up with a mix of curiosity and skepticism. “What kind of game?” she asked. Max beamed, “I’m going to tickle you! But not in the usual spots—you have to let me tickle your sides and the back of your neck!” “Is that supposed to be funny?” Lily replied, half-laughing, half-annoyed. But seeing Max’s excited eyes, she agreed, “Alright, let’s see what you’ve got.” Max positioned himself like a stealthy ninja and launched into action. He wiggled his fingers along her sides and gently traced the nape of her neck. To his surprise, Lily erupted into fits of laughter, squirming and trying to escape the tickle monster that was her little brother. “You’re so silly!” she squealed, still giggling as she pretended to push Max away. “Victory!” Max declared, grinning from ear to ear. He’d found a hidden ticklish spot! Next, he sought out his dad, who was busy reading a book in his favorite armchair. “Dad, can I tickle you?” Max asked, the thrill of the game still pulsing through him. “Sure, buddy, go for it!” his dad replied, his face still buried in the pages. Max took a deep breath and dashed over, ready to launch his surprising attack on his dad’s sides. “Here I come!” He shouted, tickling the sides of his dad, who promptly dropped his book and burst into laughter, clutching his sides. “Okay, okay! You win!” he gasped between fits of laughter. Max was on a roll now; his family members were all too willing to join the fun. Next up was his mom, who was finishing up baking cookies in the kitchen. Max approached cautiously, knowing that his mom was the queen of laughter. “Mom, can I tickle you too?” he asked with a grin. “Sure, Max. Just be gentle,” she replied, wiping flour off her hands. This time, Max tackled his mom’s neck and sides with gusto, sending her into a cascade of giggles. “Oh my goodness, Max! I didn’t know those spots were ticklish!” she chuckled, her eyes shining with joy. Finally, Max decided to try his luck with his little brother, Oliver, who was only four and had an infectious laugh. Max held out his hands dramatically and announced, “Prepare to meet your doom, little brother!” Oliver squealed with delight and ran in circles around Max, who chased him around the living room. When he finally caught him, Max wiggled his fingers near Oliver’s neck and sides, eliciting a full-blown laughter fit that filled the house with happiness. After a whirlwind of laughter and joyful screams, the family gathered in the living room, breathless and united by uncontrollable giggles. Max felt a sense of accomplishment—his unconventional tickling had not only revealed hidden ticklish spots but had also brought everyone together in a way that made their home feel even cozier. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink, Max smiled to himself. He knew that laughter was the best language, and he had just created a new tradition for his family. Maybe, he thought with a mischievous grin, next week he would explore the ticklish wonders of elbows and knees! And so, with hearts full of joy, the family cuddled together on the couch, savoring the sweet smell of freshly baked cookies, and the sound of laughter that echoed through their home, knowing that happiness truly was in the little things—even the less popular ticklish spots.