Foothold
One evening before calling it a night, I was lounging on the couch, having a few cocktails, watching TV as my son Danny sat on the floor in front of me playing with his handheld video game. I had my foot on his back and was gently rubbing without giving it much thought. Finishing my cocktail, I said, “Hey, baby. Get mama another drink. You know how I like it.” Ignoring me, he continued to play his game. Tickling his underarm with my big toe, I said, “C’mon now! Do as you’re told!” I then gave him a little shove with my foot. “Yeah, okay! I will in a minute,” he said, not putting down his game. Sticking my big toe into his armpit, I annoyingly wriggled it, “You can pause your game. Go on …