Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Best Play Ever


What do you do on a snow day?  

Go sledding, of course!  Pal Woody joined Collin and I on the sled.

It was the end of another snow day and I had run out of steam.  I reclined in front of the fireplace as the boys milled around.  

Cooper plopped down by my side.  "Wanna play?" he asked.

I inwardly moaned.  I certainly didn't have the energy to play stuffed animal catapult again.  Before I had a chance to respond, he continued, "Let's play massage!  You just stay there and we'll give you a massage."

My ears perked.  I certainly had the energy to play this game.  Why hadn't one of my brilliant sons come up with this idea before!

The boys introduced themselves with their massage therapist names.  One went by the name "Deathkill."  (Personally I felt like that name was better suited for the time we play tattoo parlor, but I let it slide.)  They instructed me to lounge on my belly.  Then they took turns rubbing or lightly (I swear, it was gentle) pounding my back.

To play my part to the fullest, I requested additional services: a hot beverage, soft pillow, and serene music.  The boys ran around tending to my every whim.  It. Was. Delightful.

It was all too good to be true.  I knew there was a catch.

At the conclusion of the massage, the therapist demanded to be paid.  The going rate for amateur home massages is $2 a boy.

It was worth every penny.  







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