It has it's advantages, though. Yesterday, for instance, he surprised me with a "spa day" compliments of the Phineas & Ferb episode where the boys create a luxurious spa in the backyard for Candace and Stacy.
Mom, I'm going to give you a su-ssage. Lay down and let me put this towel over you. I'm going to walk on your back and give you a karate chop.
My first thought is that I'm too busy with laundry to play. However, I quickly reconsidered. When was the last time someone offered to give me a su-ssage?? Um, not since those wilder single days, and I'm not sure those really counted as "spa" treatments.
I relented. He proceeded to walk on my back. He then began chopping complete with "Hi-Ya" sounds.
Okay, now this next part is a little messy but I'll wash you off in the hot tub. G, I need you to get some mud out of the backyard. Mom, I need you to put just hot water in the tub.
Um, can we just skip that part, honey? I think your daddy will have a fit if you bring mud into the house.
Uh, okay. Daddy will probably spank me. Let's just pretend.
He pretended to pat me down with mud. By this time, the baby sister joined in. She, too, wanted an opportunity to walk on Mommy's back.
This next step might make me puke! I have to put pickles on your eyes! Yuck! I hate pickles! Can I use bananas instead?
How about I just close my eyes and we'll pretend I have pickles on them.
Okay. We don't have pickles any way.
It was the most incredible spa treatment I'd ever received...
Until the fighting began.
G, I'm doing that part. Give me back that towel! Mom, G won't do it right.
I want to give Mama a su-ssage, too. Mama, E won't let me help.
Ahhh...so much for relaxation.
