At Max's demand request, I wrote a short wish list this morning for Christmas. He was reading over my shoulder.
"What does number two say?" he asked.
"That's when you have somebody paint your toenails for you."
I worked at the list some more.
He interrupted. "So, you want, like, a real, entire person?" and he made the hand motions that illustrated gift-wrapping a human being to put under the tree. He even flickered his fingers on top of his head to signify a bow.
"For the pedicure?" I asked.
"Yeah. Do you mean a whole person?"
"No. Just a gift certificate."