SO THEY DO DO IT

The mother in the café was flicking through a magazine; her young son fidgeting by her side.

“What are they doing?” he asked, pointing at the opened page.

“It’s an advert for a spa,” she replied. “He’s having a massage.”

The boy slurped up the last of his milkshake.

“Can you get massages all over your body?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said. “Legs, back, chest.”

“Do they do your ding dong?”

The mother blushed but managed to keep a straight face.

“Well, that’s a different kind of massage,” she replied.

“So they do do it. That’s good.”