Every day when I get home from work I dump my load (backpack, sweater, etc.) on the kitchen table...making Dave a little scowly...and then I go to my big guy's room. I knock first, then enter. And what does that guy do? Well, pretty much each and every day he gets up, walks over to me, picks me up, and gives me a huge bear hug. You'll need to picture this. He weighs way over twice what I do and towers over me. I feel like a little kid! So, what do I do? I close my eyes and embrace the embrace, of course. Funny thing, though. When I get around to opening my eyes, somehow I've always been transported to the kitchen.
Big guy: "I'm hungry mom. I haven't eaten all day."
The kid has about a 50/50 success rate with that request, all depending on my mood and energy level. The kid's smart, though. He knows that big ol' hug is working enough to justify itself.
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