When I lie prostrate on the floor, E always jumps on my chest and snuggles me. Sometimes he even pushes me to that position to do so. Daddy misses getting so many hugs, so I told him to try it tonight. E cuddled him for a brief moment, then pounded his little fist on Hub's chest and said in his high, sweet voice, "Dead? Dead?" and came back to me. Oh dear. Disclaimer: I don't for a moment imagine that E really knows what he said/did. I imagine it's something he got from daycare.
