Sunday, February 3, 2013

Hug Currency

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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