Ah, the joy of having your feet rubbed!

My Granddaughter, Ellie, has quite an imagination. She decided that she wanted to set up a doctors office and Jonas and I were to be the patients. She took my blood pressure, handed me a paper cup and told me she needed to check a "sample" as that was the way to see if I was healthy. She checked my throat, ears and for some reason, my feet. Of course my feet were in very bad condition and needed to be worked on. So she prescribed a special lotion and a foot massage. When Jonas heard the word lotion, he came running. He wanted to get in on the action! By the way, I got a clean bill of health and my feet feel fabulous!