This morning the kids and I dropped Jeff off for a massage. On the way home, the following conversation took place:
Sadie: Why is Daddy getting a massage?
Me: Because massages feel great on your muscles.
Sadie: But why is he getting a massage?
Me: Well, Daddy works very hard and sometimes he forgets to relax his muscles while he’s working, so the massage will help him relax his muscles.
Sadie: Daddy works hard in his office.
Sadie: You don’t work.
Me: I am not sure I agree with that.
Sadie: No, you don’t work.
Me: I don’t work in an office like Daddy. That’s true.
Sadie: You don’t work at all, so you can’t have a massage.
Me: Just because I don’t work in an office doesn’t mean I don’t get a massage. First of all, working by being a mom and teaching a writing class is working. Second, anyone can get a massage because it is a good way to be nice your body.
Sadie: No, you can’t get one because you don’t work.
Sadie: Mommy, why are you making that face? Are you in a bad mood?
Me: Me? No? That’s just my face. My normal, non-working, I-don’t-deserve-a-massage face.