Stink Bug saw Daddy giving Mommy a back rub one day. I love my husband's back rubs. He gets out the Jergens, (yeah, we're high rollers) rubs it into my back, and gets rid of about 46% of my tension and knots. Ever since then, my little stinker will occasionally come up to me, Jergens in hand, and ask in his 'cute' voice "Mommy, could you please give me a mah-dodge? I'm sooooo stressed out." The first time it happened I laughed. How stinkin' cute! "Mah-dodge" Of course I gave him a massage. After all, he has such a tiny back, it wouldn't take long, right? Well, it doesn't take too long, but those 15 minutes really start to add up when he's asking for the third or fourth time since lunch.
As usual in my monkey-see-monkey-do household, June Bug has begun copying big brother. She follows me around the house, bottle of lotion in hand, repeating "Momma, mahs. Mahs. Momma, MAHS. Peeeese."
When did I sign up to run a massage parlor? And why don't I get mah-dodges anymore?
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