This morning while I was packing Zoe’s lunch she noticed that I was wincing and asked what what was wrong. I told her my stomach hurt. She said “I wish it was a weekend so we could stay home and you could lie on the couch and I could rub your belly.”
“Oh that’s so sweet,” I said.
“And I could lie on the other couch and you could rub my belly,” she continued.
“Why? Does your stomach hurt too?”
“No,” she said. “It’s just fun to rub your belly.”