Last night after dinner Alexis and I went upstairs kind of early. We sat on his bed and lately he likes to just sort of chat with me and tell me a story about someone from school, that always begins, "there was a guy..." So, we´re sitting there and he says, "will you give me a massage?" Immediately, my mind goes into American mode and how that would be not ok in the States. So I said, "um, what do you mean by massage?" (keep in mind, he´s 8. I didn´t even know what a massage was when I was 8). He says, "I lay down on my stomach and you move your hands like this on my back" and he motioned like he was doing a bunch of quick karate chops up and down.
He laid down and tucked his arms under his body and I starting doing the little karate chops. His whole tiny body was moving everytime I hit, but he acted like it was the best thing in the world. It was hilarious. I only did it for about a minute and then he said, "ok, now you lay down and I´ll do it. " So he karate chopped my back and then added some rubs up and down my spine. It was so sweet and weird at teh same time. He wanted a foot massage next and I made him put socks on. It was too funny. Here´s this 8 year old treating a situation that is highly odd for me, with the utmost maturity.
Finally, we read some. Our evenings together get bette all the time.
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