How To Get An Easy Free Massage

I sometimes imagine this is what they do all night when I'm at work...

One of my favorite stories about Mr A's dad is about the time when he was forced to massage his father's feet.  Papa used to fall asleep and Mr A would try to tip-toe away before he woke back up and demanded more.  Mr A claims he hated rubbing his dad's large, leathery toes, but he also credits this with his ability to palm a basketball and open even the most stubborn mayo jar.

Seems only fitting that this is how I find them spending quality time on a Sunday afternoon, huh?

it became a game of how far they could get/how many steps they could take before falling off
"On your tip toes, Koa" - Ikaika offering some direction

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