Might as well face it, I’m addicted to hugs.

I watch the Fox sitcom “Raising Hope”, although I’m not sure if I actually like it or not (there’s some funny bits, there’s some problematic stuff, does it balance out? Dunno yet.). In the Halloween episode, the grand dad reveals just how far he went when the main character (Jimmy) was a kid/young adult in order to get the type of strong, warm hugs Jimmy used to hand out. It was kind of a typical over the top, sort of schmaltzy, sitcom moment.

Except, seriously, Niko gives out the best hugs. He just comes running up and flings his arms wide and hugs tight and sometimes gives his goofy little dry “MWAH!” kisses (which sometimes, you know, just hit air or your arm or your hair or something and not your cheek, because apparently it’s the action of the kiss and the noise of the kiss that matters and not, like, actually making contact) and they make everything right with the world.

I read about some toddlers who stop giving hugs and I’m all NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO at the thought of not getting another big Niko hug complete with big sunny smile. It’s a little bit heart breaking.

His hugs almost make up for the nights he spends drumming his heels against my head.

Almost.

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