This morning my son woke up my daughter who had come into my bed sometime before and fallen back asleep, “Wake up, I need you to play a game.”
“It doesn’t matter, as long as you play with me. Leave mom sleep, but I want to play with you.”
“Well then, you’ll have to carry me,” she said groggily.
“Ugh,” he grumbled.
“Carry me or I can’t go,” she insisted.
“Fine, get on my back,” he replied dutifully turning around.
“Nope, this way,” she said, curling her legs up for him to scoop her. “But don’t drop me!”
“I’m not gonna drop you,” he said, shifting to get a better hold. “If anything, I’ll go down too.”
After putting her down she ran back to me, “I just needed a hug.” I gave her a tight snuggle. And waiting behind her, was him. “I just need a hug too.” I held on for as tightly as he’d let me.