Her: You know what? I just realized I won’t be rubbing mom’s feet tonight.

Me: You rub your mom’s feet?

Her: Yep. I set up a spa.

Me: Wow, the boys would never go for that. So, how bout a footrub? (Laughing)

Her: Sure! It’s five dollars.

Me: WHAT? Five dollars? That’s pretty steep.

Her: Okay, I’ll cut you a deal. One dollar. Final offer, Aunt Deb.