Rub back.

Since it wasn't enough that Mom made us all dinner tonight. Yep, Dave and Mel are in the hizzouse. I convinced her that she should give me a massage after I had adequately stuffed myself with turkey, taters, veggies and biscuit boys. Ever had biscuit boys? Either had I until tonight. Mom didn't have a biscuit cutter so she used her gingerbread man cookie cutter and it never even occurred to her to use a glass, that was the funny part.

Anyway back to the story. I had convinced her that a massage was in order, you know to help with digestion. So off we go to the basement where her massage table is set up. Abby of course tags along because Eddie's basement is a wondrous place. So there I am, all relaxed and being massaged six ways from Sunday and this happens;

Abby: Mom! Mom! It's my turn now. I want a rub back too. Get up Mom! How many times to we have to go through this? It's my turn now. Come on. Take my shirt off so I can have my rub back! Your turn is over!

And repeat. And repeat. It's hard to stay in your happy place with all that four year old produced verbal racket going on. It's also hard for Granny to concentrate on giving the high caliber massages she's capable of when she's too busy laughing at said four year old. The annoying funny part is she normally doesn't really care for having her back rubbed. I think the fancy table made it all the more interesting. So I pretty much got shoved off the edge of the table and that was that. I was actually surprised at how much Abby did enjoy the massage. I didn't think it would hold her attention for too long and I'd be back on the table in seconds and that is so not the way it went down.