“Mom, I’m a special baby Ewok who loves hugs!”

“You are?”

The six-year-old nods then crawls across the floor on all fours and up into my lap.

“Okay, Baby Ewok” Big hugs and kisses.

The three-year-old begins whining and grunting insistently on the other side of the room.

“Are you a baby Ewok too?”

Pathetic sad nod.

“Well, come over here and get some hugs.”

The lap is suddenly full of snuggly monkeys. It’s nice work if you can get it. Smooch. Smooch. Where’s a camera when you need it? Because it’s only a matter of time before the two little apes begin pushing and shoving.

“HEY! Stop kicking! Hands to yourself! We don’t punch Mommy! Calm down you two or hugging time is OVER!”

“Be careful, Mom,” the older one says. “I cry easily.”

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