A slice of paradise

I spent the afternoon at a friend’s house, where a group from America had come over just to give a few of us ladies a spa day.  It was soooooo great.  We were treated to a hair stylist, a manicurist and pedicurist, and a massage therapist.  It was such a treat!  I left with a new hairstyle (never had this one before), a relaxed back, and painted toes and fingers.  Sigh…

So I got home, and Chickpea excitedly welcomed me back.

• CHICK: Hi Mom!  Where were you?
• DAD: I told you where Mommy was, remember?
• CHICK: I don’t remember.
• DAD: It was a place called…  par….a….
• CHICK: Paradise!  (I laugh)
• DAD: I told her earlier today that you were at Paradise.  And she said:
• CHICK: Where’s that?
• DAD: Oh, it’s like heaven.  The best place in the world.
• CHICK: (gasping) Is there a playground there?
• DAD: Well, maybe in your paradise.
• CHICK: Mommy’s in paradise at the Kipa playground?  (Kipa’s our grocery store.)

To each her own.

And a note: If anyone knows how to do hair, massages, nails, facials, or any other pampering treatment, you will ALWAYS be welcomed here, and very busy.

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