We are a hugging family. We do it all the time, most often for no reason other than because one of us is simply walking past someone else.
So, it's nothing special that I reached over and gave Elder Son a squeeze during lunch.
"Love you," he said.
"Oo," I responded. "That's the most awesome squeaky toy I've ever heard!"
So naturally, I got up and hugged Younger Son.
I went back and forth several times while the boys came up with different things to say and sounds to make with each squeeze.
Hug: "help me!"
It was the most ridiculous, silly fun.
Remember, this is a nearly 50-year-old woman and two nearly adult teens.
The Husband, who had left the room for a moment, came back not knowing anything odd was going on.
So naturally, I hugged him.
"Oh, honey," he sighed.
The boys and I fell over ourselves laughing.