After a week away from the three older kids, it was nice to tuck them into bed last night. John, who turned five while we were apart, gave me a big, upside-down smile (because he was laying with his head hanging off the top bunk) and said, "I have a surprise for you, tomorrow."
"Oh, that's nice."
"Do you want to know what it is?"
"Sure!"
"A four-year-old hug."
"Really? But you are five, now, aren't you?" (Before I left on my trip, I had asked for a great, big 4-year old hug from him because I wouldn't be able to get any more; he would be 5 when I saw him next.)
"Yup, I'm five. But I saved up dozens of 4-year-old hugs, too, just for you."
Yup, five will be nice, too, John.
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