For Christmas one of my friends sent me a voucher for a hot stone massage (lovely, lovely friend)
Tonight my DD handed me a slip which said
Dear Amy
A friend has purchased a hot stone massage for you, with aromatic oils in a dimly lit room.
Your massager is Mummy.
So tonight at bedtime I asked her to lie on the bed with her top off and got the massage oil and two stones I had picked up on the beach in Cornwall and surprised her with her hot stone massage.
Do you reckon I'm ruining her for real life