The boys in my life were all staying home together. I hugged and kissed Thing 2 goodbye, and started to leave. Before I had made it to the front door, he came racing down the steps, hollering at me that he needed a hug.
“I hugged you, Little Man,” I told him.
“Yeah… but I need a-nuver hug, Mom. A-nuver one. I need a tighter, squeezier hug, so it stays on me longer while you’re gone.”
That sound you hear? That would be my heart melting into goop.