Son is not keen on hugs. In fact, he’s doling them out lately in exchange for access to Paw Patrol videos. Every time he gets to watch Paw Patrol, husband (and sometimes I) get a hug. No Paw Patrol, no hug.
Today, Son got to watch Paw Patrol and it was decided that I would get a hug.
Son rushes to me and I swoop him up in my arms, I’m going to get the best hug possible, since they are so rare these days. He wraps his long legs around me and I hold him tight, carrying him the way I used to before he got so big. He rests there for a sweet moment before he struggles down, eager to play some more.