Picture this: I'm in the garden, doing a spot of weeding. Not enough that I'm actually sitting on the ground. No, I'm only going to be a few moments, so I'm standing and bending down. Just going to grab this one, and that one, and maybe this one, .... While I'm doing this, Nellie is jumping on the trampoline and chatting to me, when I suddenly realise how sore my back is getting and grunt a bit.
N: What's wrong, Mom?
M: My back is sore.
N: Poor Mommy. Come here and I will rub it for you. Stand here Mom. (proceeds to stroke my back with featherlight touches for all of 4 seconds)... There we go: all better now!
Hmm... she's got the concept, but clearly I have work to do on her execution...
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