Jack typically ends his bedtime books with the request of, "Rub me. With fingernails."
Last night I was too tired to do any kind of back scratching. So I told him, to much protesting by him, "Not tonight, buddy. I'm just too tired."
Here's how it went about 30 seconds later:
Jack: I have an itch on my back.
Me, beginning to scratch in the middle of his back: Where is it?
Jack: You have to scratch under my shirt or you won't get it.
Me, scratching under his shirt: Did I get it yet?
Jack: Up, up, up, left, left, left, down, down, down, right, right, right, up, up, up, left, left, left.
After two minutes, I finally realized that the kid had tricked me into giving him his rub with fingernails after all. See? Told you I was tired.
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