We were in the doctor’s office waiting for my daughter to have her EKG. She was sitting on the exam table, I was sitting in a chair. It had been awhile so deciding to relax, I kicked off my sandals, and propped my feet on the table. My daughter laughed and started rubbing them which she never does.

“Does the soldier rub your feet like this, Mom?”

“No, I rub his.”

“You do?” she said with her eyes wide.

“Yeah.”

“Ooooh. Are they blown up and scorched from the war?” she asked.

“What?”

“Are his feet blown up and scorched from the war, I asked you.”

I stared at her. “You’re too fast for me, honey. I don’t even know if you’re kidding but no. His feet are normal with no scorch marks or missing bits that I’ve noticed.”

“Okay, good. Whew!” she said with a devilish grin.

I am pretty sure she was jerking my chain but you never know.