Ma-SOBS!

[dwenius]

Some days ago, A went to get some lurvely pregnancy massage from Tiffany at Berkeley Sauna (whom we both highly recommend). While she was away, Calvin had a brief "Where's mama!?!" moment,

"Mama went to get a massage."
"Mama wanna get a masobs?"
"Close enough."
"Ok, Mama wanna get a masobs. [pause] She'll be wight back."
"That's right."

Tonight, in a fury of pre-bedtime activity, he runs out of the room, returns, says "I have to go get my maSOBS!"
Out.
Back.
"I got my masobs!"
"Did you, now?"
"Yep I did."
"So do you want a massage?"
"Yep I want my masobs." and zing, he runs over and sits on my lap. So I rub his shoulders, gently, and equally gently work up his spine. He has no idea what to make of this, hands clench and relax, shoulders hunch then relax. Curious look on his face. Processing new sensory inputs.
"I'm all done!"
"All done? Ok."
Out.
Back.
"I wanna have some more maSOBS!"

Repeat until bedtime. Kyoot!

Comments

[2wanda.livejournal.com]

It's all a trick! He's not really a cute tot! He's a teenager waiting to erupt!

[dwenius.livejournal.com]

That's right! It'll be a volcano of KYOOT!

[canetoad.livejournal.com]

I should comment here that what I got wasn't a "pregnancy massage" per se. It was Tiffany working her usual magic while I remained in side-lying positions rather than on front and back.

Generally speaking, "prenancy massages" are wimpy affairs. *sniff*

[ottobeatriscuit.livejournal.com]

KYOOT!

[louiseroho.livejournal.com]

Too cute too shoot.