It’s bedtime. Because we both work, we often spoil Little Bit during the short time we have with her.

So we’re letting her fall asleep in our bed. I’m scratching her back, her daddy is rubbing her head.

I said, you got your head rub… you got your back scratch… what more could a little girl need?

Her immediate answer: Um, maybe a foot massage?

How does she even know about foot massages? And how does a five year old need a foot massage? It’s us stressed adults who need foot massages, not our five year old.

And who in hell raised her to be such a princess, anyway?