Jealous

We are at a children's bookshop with Lazarus and Eleni, their daughter Anna (2), and new baby Louisa. I offer to hold the baby for a little, which results in

a) the women in the shop coming over all gooey, pointing at me and giggling shyly (which I like to think is because of the adorability of moi rather than that of the baby); and

b) a strange 'hacking' sensation behind my knees. This turns out to be Phoebe punching away at the back of my legs. She stops, finally, when I give Louisa back to Eleni.