The other night Monkey and Duhdee were in the living room playing. Duhdee told Monkey to go give me a kiss. Monkey came running to find me. He caught me just as I entered the hall from the bathroom and he held his arms up for a hug.
I bent over to hug him, he hugged my neck tightly and wrapped his legs around my waist. As I stood, lifting him up, I bumped my back on the door handle.
As soon as the “Owww!” was out of my mouth Monkey asked, “You OK?” and he patted my back gently to comfort me. Then I fell into a diabetic coma from the sweetness.
Once recovered I told Duhdee, for probably the third time that day, “We got the best one!”