Massage
Yesterday I talked about exercise. Today I talk about relaxation, massage in particular.
Mama often looks tired at the end of the day. Mama insists that carrying me, feeding me, changing me, and doing household chores is more than enough exercise. So I massage her a couple of times a day. I pound my puny fists of fury on various parts of mama’s body, much to mama’s delight.
Well, I think they are “sounds of delight” since I don’t really understand what she says. What do “Ow-ow-ow-ow-ow!” and “Damage my moo mugs then you know!” mean?
Baby Isaac
