A Daily Thing

I don’t know how other people express theirs, but me I march on the spot.  And occasionally clap my hands at the same time.  And if I am both excited and giving a hug, I do what Christian calls ‘the paint mixer’: I shake the huggee and squeeze them probably past the point of reason and comfort.

I can’t help it.  Or should I say, I don’t want to: that’s how I roll (and hug), so there.