Kintropy In Action

"War Hug!" Gabriel announces.  He steps forward, his arms extended.

This is a new one.  We have Hug, Cuddlefest, and now:  War Hug? 

Gabriel growls and hugs me tightly around the waist.  We're both delaying the inevitable bedtime.  He wants to find ways to stay awake just 'cause he always does; I want to find ways to make a Friday night (no work tomororw!) out of the fast-approaching early morning nursing shift.

"Wait," I suggest, "how about this?"  I crouch, growl, and extend my arms. 

Gabriel copies me.  We size each other up.  We advance.  Growling, we hug.  Gabriel laughs.

"Ok, War Hug!" he shouts.  We repeat.  And again.

"Are you trying to wind him down?" Janette asks from the nearby office.  Hannah is asleep in her room, oblivious to the strangely loving battle taking place steps outside her door.

"Ah, yeah," I say.  "Ok, goodnight!"

"One more?" Gabriel asks, crouching down.

I mimick his crouch.

"War Hug!!!"

-- Dad 

P.S.  As I write this at nearly six a.m., I suspect Hananh would enjoy a War Hug right now, but I am begging and pleading with her to lay down.  Never knew the happiness we have with her ability to sit, position, and roll would irritate me so much at the wrong time (particularly when her activity opens her med port - ah, warm food soaking her clothes and bed.  Fixed now.  Stern go-to-sleep warnings given).