Quid Pro Quo
first off, I just have to say that I am not making this shit up
clear?
Ok, then. This morning I was sitting on the couch and Sassa was lounging across my lap, belly down. Absentmindedly I was rubbing her back, and then I scratched it, just a little.
That was it, I had an itchy back monster. A little wiggle monster that wanted me to scratch her back constantly. As in I could not stop without her insistently wiggling and adamantly insisting, “keep scratching my back, please!” I should point out that though she said please, her manner was more like that of a queen than a beggar.
After about 10 minutes or so I was through scratching her back. I had other things to do. Like stretch, and cough, and… stuff. So I informed Miss Sassafras that I was through with the back scratching for the morning.
She hopped off my back, looked me in the eye for a solid moment, gauging my will, I suppose. And then she made a proposal.
“How about I scratch your back for a little while first, and then you scratch my back some more?”
Although she joined me in my fit of laughter, I could tell that she wasn’t sure what we were laughing at.
May 10, 2008 at 3:41 am
Oh, that is utterly precious.
May 10, 2008 at 6:31 am
she’s already hip to the way of the world! she will make it very very far in corporate america!
May 11, 2008 at 10:48 am
she is the cutest!
my granny moved in with us when i was about 4. i used to get a *treat* and get to “sleepover” in her bed with her on friday nights… when i was sick, she would rub my back, and so on friday nights, i expected a very lengthy backrub to put me to sleep. so lengthy, that she would often be drifting off to sleep (she managed a stationery store and worked at least 50hrs/wk, probably more, plus helping care for me!!!) and when she would stop, i would lean back and nudge her hand/arm and say “graaaa-aaannnnn…rubby back. please. rubby back…” [more with the queen-attitude than the request]