Magic Fingers and Stinky feet

I always check on the kids in the morning. Force of habit. Regardless of the fact they are 12 (almost 13 as Ace continues to remind me.) and 10, after that first morning bathroom visit, I quietly sneak in and peek at each sleeping face. Most days it still amazes me that these two very unique and interesting little people are MY kids. Where did they come from? Yes Yes, I get the biology, but it's the rest I wonder about. They are so different and funny and thoughtful and well... kind. Except when being completely obnoxious.

After a particularly busy Sunday, during which I forced them to toil under cruel child labor conditions and clean their rooms and help me go through the millions of things they own and do not need, the fatigue hit me like a brick in the head. I sat on the sofa with elbows on knees, chin on hands and eyes closed for a few minutes. Giggles came over and slipped into my lap asking if I was okay. We snuggled for a few minutes, really what else can perk you up like kid snuggles I ask you? After explaining that I was suddenly tired, she told me to sit back and put my feet up because she was going to make me feel better. Deciding to follow her guidance I kicked back, feet up and eyes closed. I thought she was going to get me a glass of iced tea and a blanket.
The next thing I know something cool and wet was rubbed over my feet. My eyes flew open and there she was sitting on a stool and rubbing a cloth on my feet.
What are you doing?
I'm cleaning your foot.
Why?
You're about to get my magic finger foot massage. (not embellished in any way. Giggles comes out with stuff like this routinely)
Are you sure you want to do this? (I'm a pretty fair Mom and figure everyone should have a chance to back out)
Yep
So she begins to rub one of the many body creams she likes to collect all over my feet. It really did feel good. When she was done, I thanked her for the wonderful foot massage.
I've got magic fingers.
Yes, you do.

Ace looks over from his video game and says, Hey give me a foot massage, raising one less than clean foot into the air.
Sisterly disdain written all over her face she sneers at him, Not your stinky feet. Rub them yourself.
He reaches out and tries to rub said stinky foot in her face. Fracas ensues.

They really are cute when they sleep, drool and all.