The Agreement

So, Darby's eyebrows are -- how shall I put this? -- very full. In particular, he has several super long crazy eyebrows on the right side. They're always going in the wrong direction, and I'm always smoothing them down. I've asked him many, many times to let me pluck them, but he's very protective of his eyebrows. On Friday night, they were really bugging me, and I begged him to let me pluck them. After much negotiation, he agreed, but only if he could tickle me (without resistance) for one minute per eyebrow. Because I was desperate to get rid of those errant hairs, I agreed. So, I ended up plucking out four eyebrows, which means four minutes of tickling for me. Darby decided to spread it out, so he did one minute on Friday. It was basically torture, but I still think it was worth it. We'll see how I feel after the remaining three minutes. I just had to share this story because, as I told Darby, I think this is the weirdest thing we've ever done.