I don't like feet. Feet are gross. All feet. Left foot, Right Foot, feet, feet, feet, I don't like any feet I meet! I know, I'm weird like that. It's nothing personal, I just don't like touching feet.
This presents a problem in our household because Adam loves having his feet rubbed. Adam's feet crave affection, and I won't touch them. (Unless it's his birthday, or our anniversary, or I "accidentally" gave his favorite old shirt to charity.)
Lucky for Adam, Our children did not inherit my disdain for feet and will gladly rub daddy's feet for him....if the price is right!
Caleb and Eliza love to play with Dad's ipod. And he will gladly let them,... if they rub his feet. 1 minute of games on the ipod for every minute they rub his feet.
Sarah loves being read to. So, Dad will happily read aloud Junie B. Jones to her...as long as she rubs his feet.
And that's how it works around here. It's a deal.
So....what would you rub Adam's feet for?