I have to say, there is nothing more endearing to see than one's husband sheepishly hugging a plastic brachiosaurus in the middle of church in order to quiet his son's demands.
We have to kiss Piggy good night when we kiss Payne good night. If Payne gets hurt we have to kiss the "boo boo" and he usually kisses it again himself for good measure. Of course, the proper treatment for all injuries for animals of the stuffed variety is a kiss as well. There's been a lot of inter species love around this house lately; dachshunds kissing Pigs, Dinosaurs kissing bears. It's wild around here. heh heh.
Aaaaand then we have moments like this.
He did not kiss the football. He sort of war screamed at it.
(That's me laying in the background)
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