Rub Your Feet

While we were visiting LA last week we went on a long walk to Hollywood from my sister's apartment. We stopped at a little Philly Cheesesteak place for lunch and I complained that my feet were hurting from walking so far. Aidyn offered, "Maybe when I'm done with my soda I will rub your feet." I declined, touched by her sweet offer, and she answered, "Ok. Maybe when we get home then."