Today when I left home for work, my three year old shouted, “Bye Daddy, I love you!” And of course that melts my heart. I offered him a hug, and he paused, then said, “No.”
He bent over, grabbed his toy lightsaber, and held it out. “Lightsaber hugs,” he demanded.
“What? You want me to hug your lightsaber?”
“Yeah.” Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t you hug a lightsaber?
So I did, and as I drove away,…