Before I begin my story, I wanted to let you know that my book, That Mama is a Grouch, is now available as an animated ebook through the Kobo online book store. I haven't yet seen it, but someone who has, says it's really cute. You'd need an Apple device to view it. If you're interested, you can find it here. (I've included this link on my sidebar, too.)
Now for the story:
My ten-year-old son loves giving hugs. He's quite the expert. His favorite hug is the "bear hug." When he was little, it wasn't so bad to get a bear hug from him. His squeeze wasn't too strong. Now that he's bigger, it's a different story. Yesterday, he gave me one such hug. I could barely breathe.
"Bubba," I gasped. "You need to be gentle, or you're going to break your Mama!"
He grinned. "You can't break!" He gave me another hug.
"Yes, I can," I said, wincing. "You're going to squeeze the guts right out of me!"
Apparently, he thought that was hilarious, and squeezed even harder.
"Seriously, Bubba, you need to be gentle. Do you want me to die from one of your hugs?"
He thought about that. "No. But being hugged to death, wouldn't be so bad."
Right. So, ladies and gentlemen, if I cease to blog, you can pretty much guess that I've been hugged to death. Which would probably make me the first Mama to die that way. What a way to go!