Massage me!

Just the other day, I asked my wonderful husband to rub some massage oil on my cramp-ed legs. He poured some of the aromatic liquid and rubbed it on my legs. That was as far as the little bottle of oil got my attention that morning. I left it on the side of the bed and went on with my day. Later in the afternoon, as I busied myself doing dishes, I couldn't hear Aiden at all. In a moment of pure panic, I rushed with soapy hands and scuffling slippers to our bed-room. There he sat like the king of pasha a midst the aloes and lavenders, pouring nothing less than streams of massage oil on his own little legs (and needless to mention on the bedspread, mattress, pillow, clothes etc.. whatever was in the vicinity)  and said 'Look mama! Oil!'
O.k. Honestly, I burst out laughing! It was all too cute for the moment! (not for the cleaning up that followed) I did give him a little lecture later and told him as strictly as I could get myself to that oil was to be poured carefully and best with adult supervision.
He looked at my face, lips carefully rounded, "Mama, are you upset? Can you please give me a hug?".. and then he said the cutest thing ever... "I will answer all your questions, just give me a hug!"