This morning Jake was being particularly good from the minute he got up. Usually he’s grouchy. He let the dog out without complaining, fed the dog without being asked, carried some stuff up the stairs for Ed and even picked up a dog hair tumbleweed off the floor.
After he did all this I walked up to him, bent down and gave him a big old bear hug and said, “good morning!” As I did this, I bent him backwards a little bit and just kept hugging him.
He said “good morning!”
We stood there for a minute – I wasn’t about to let go.
Then he said, “ok, can we please stop now?”
How could I not laugh?