Massage Spearamints

I was lying in the double bed of my six-year-old with all four kids when we began one of my favorite pasttimes: I sprawl relaxing and the kids massage me. They have names for each of the massages they administer: the spike, the rectangles, square-square-circle-square, pinchers, etc. I was half-asleep and blissful when I heard the following from my eldest children, ages 6 and 4: "Mom, you don't have to go to the massage house to get a massage anymore, because we are right here and we can do it. We are your massage spearamints." Followed by: "Mom, do you want to waste your money and have none money to go to Seattle and Tofino?" (our yearly pilgrimmage, taken in the spring). Who can argue with that? Guess I'm staying home.