Sometimes Love Hurts

Today after lunch, the little man asked if he could give me a massage. He has been working on a special mother's day project at school for the last week or so, and apparently knowing massage technique is part of it.

I, of course said, yes. Two things became quickly apparent to me.
1. He needs his nails trimmed real bad.
2. After a few minutes, even light scratching can start to feel like torture when it is in the exact same spot.

Luckily, the call of the Wii was too strong for him to ignore, and he was off.


And, yes, I might be needing a band-aid for the now slightly raw spot in the exact center of my back. And yes, sometimes love does in fact hurt. But I can tell you it was totally worth it.