We are a back scratchin' family. You want to tell some one you love them...scratch their back. You want to say sorry...scratch their back. Excited...well, you get the idea. I also learned early on, the calming effect a good back scratch can have on a wiggly child. With Austin, this was one of the main tools we used to get him to settle down in church. But, after a while, it wasn't enough; he began sticking out his arms to have me scratch them too. My first thought was..."they're right there, scratch them yourself" ...but he liked it so much, and who am I to argue with a relaxed and quiet child.
Then along came Bingham.
Oh yeah, he loves a good back scratch, and yes, it does quiet him down in church, but just like Austin...he's no longer satisfied, and asks me to scratch his arm....pits. The little turkey, he doesn't even squirm, and strange enough, it works...like putty in my hands...until he hits puberty.
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