Wednesday, April 22nd, 2009
What Every Tired Parent Needs
You’d think removing flavor from life would do wonders for a father’s trim figure, but you’d be sadly mistaken. The one thing I can still taste is ultra sweet food, such as candy.
Anyhow, I finally acquired a fever last night. During bedtime routine my 4-year-old daughter asked whether I’d like a back rub. Why yes, of course.
Her implement of choice was a toy clothes iron. It seems she’s been running a covert “Back Rubbing Salon” out of her room for some time now. Her “Steam Back Rubber” is her tool of the trade. An added perk is that when you’re done, you feel great and your clothes have no wrinkles.
While I was getting my back rub, she asked whether I would like something to eat. No matter what play scenario she acts out, she always sells food. Car wash? Have a turkey sandwich while you wait. Need your broken leg fixed? Enjoy some ice cream while I make a cast. Sorry to hear that your friend died. Would you like some tea while you choose a flower arrangement? And so forth.
I opted for soup, but requested it be served in two bowls for me to soak each of my feet in while seated, and a hot towel for my hands. At the Back Rubbing Salon no request is too strange.
She did me one better though, offering to serve the soup in a bath tub filled with 1,000 regular bowls worth of soup. She calls it “Chicken Noodle Bubble Bath.” I’m sure the soup vapor would have me fixed in no time. All for $15. You can’t beat that.
(Sorry, that’s a staged photo with Pooh Bear at upper right. I dislocated my shoulder attempting to photograph my own back rub. But I enjoyed a nice bean burrito while the doctor popped it back in.)