No Kisses, No Hugs

Harold says he needs a hug in the kiss. Mom, what did I just say? Mmm, oh, my baby, my precious treasure. It occurred to me that I'm very hugging kissable. But kisses are gross, they're slobbery too. And hugs are almost worse, they always freeze me so tight. So now the full mob in time is a handshake, alright. No kisses or else next week, or ever again.