Snuggles

M: Gabe, come snuggle with me. You’re getting to be such a big boy that I want to remember what it’s like when you snuggle up next to me.
G: How about if you take a picture? Then you can print it out and you’ll remember what it’s like to snuggle.

Not the same, kid. But okay.








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