Perfectly fine. Just as long as it isn’t accompanied by pointing.
Giggling can be sexy. Silliness can be sexy. It’s all part of sharing a part of yourself, and how many of us try to keep the absolutely ridiculous buried deep inside? Or the juvenile?
The other night, Clint and I crawled into bed, and I snuggled up next to him. And for some reason, I was feeling silly.
So I wiggled on top of him telling him that I was his blanket.
But that wasn’t silly enough. Oh no. At that point, I said:
I’m the sexasaurus! Rawr!
It devolved into giggling and jokes about how it was difficult to undress him with my little arms.
And now, in public, I can turn to him and say, ‘Rawr!’ and we get to share our sexy silly joke.