magics

This afternoon there was a knock at the door and a neighbor kid was there. He said something like, "I'm giving magics for five dollars." Erik didn't understand. The kid was nervous and not communicating well. He made a motion on his shoulders that looked kind of like massaging. Erik said, "I'll keep that in mind." The kid said something like, "You know where I live--right there," and pointed.

Then Erik was troubled that he hadn't been able to understand the kid. What was a magic? He thought maybe it was some kind of candy, but what candy would cost five bucks? The idea that this seven year old was offering massages seemed bizarre, and that his parents evidently approved because we were encouraged to knock on his door and ask for one.

So then we were going out, and pinned to their family's air conditioner's foam padding is a piece of paper saying, "Massages $5."