fair trade- thankful

Right this minute Brock, the son of my friend Kristin, is playing with my boys in the basement. Kristin is at a class she attends on Thursdays. We are trading. See, Kristin was trained as a massage therapist so when she returns she is going to work on my neck until my headache goes away. Heaven. I am a sucker for a massage. I wonder if we could make this an ongoing agreement? Arguably, I am getting the best end of the deal but maybe I could throw in homemade cookies or something...