Lucy, coming from our bathroom: :"Dad, I've got the rubbers!"
Brian and I look at each other.
Lucy emerges with two different massage thingies in her hands.
(I think every other year, for Christmas or BT's birthday, I've given him massage thingies as a gesture that I will continue to rub his back for him when he's tired.) These have doubled in value because Lucy things they're fun and often suggests that we give backrubs. With a rollerballmassage tool in her hands, you could do a lot worse than a backrub from Lucy.
