"I'm afraid I'm going to have to call the paramedics." Brennan stood looking down at Booth sprawled on the floor. "What were you thinking, Booth?"
"We were playing horsey. All dads give their kids horsey rides. It's just what they do."
"I feel sure that most dads with thoracic and lumbar disc damage like yours are able to find a way to play horsey without having their children jump on their backs."
"Ok, whatever. Don't call an ambulance. I'm going to get myself up here in a minute. I'm just resting."
"Did you ever go back for the cortisone injection the doctor recommended? That might've helped."
"I don't need any shot. Maybe you can just give me one of those adjustments like you used to do."
"Actually, I think Thai massage will work better. Remember the relief you felt when I gave you Thai massage while we were trapped in that elevator car during the blizzard? It was quite effective. Of course, I think that was partially because you were somewhat sexually stimulated."
"I was not stimulated! I was just agitated about being stuck. Are you going to leave me down here all day or what?"
"Do you want an adjustment or a massage?"
"Massage, I guess."
"Okay. Let me just put my hand on your thigh like this, and you push with your knee against my chest. I'm going to activate some pressure points in the groin to relax the nerves in your back. There. Push against me…."
"Come to think of it, maybe I was a little stimulated...OUCH….not that it does me much good since my back hurts so bad….WATCH IT….oh, wow….much better….yeah, that's great. Nice. Now….can we go back to the part about me being sexually stimulated? Maybe you can help me fix that, too…."