K, you have got this thing that you say that is just the best.

It starts whenever I give you an extra big hug.

I wrap you up in my arms – and squeeze you extra tight – and you stop me.

No, dad. No. Small hugs. Do small hugs.

So I back up and and adjust.

And then we give each other the most sensitive and tender little squeezes.

There you go dad. Small hugs.

You are just the most perfect little biscuit.

I love you.

-Dad