Monday, July 7, 2008

Love languages - as learned in a Romanian orphanage

Kyle is drying his hands in the kitchen after preparing supper. I walk toward him with my arms outstretched for a hug. Kyle runs away into the living room.

Me: Hey, I want a hug.
Kyle: No.
Me: I need loving touch.
Kyle: Okay, fine. (pokes my calf with his socked foot) There you go.
Me: That is not loving touch.
Kyle: If I'm willing to touch you, that means it's loving.

5 comments:

Dave said...

Funny!

arbyn said...

Perhaps you have the plague? If so, then I kind of get it. I mean, love is great and all, but the plague's a big deal.

Jamie said...

You're right Robyn, maybe I should cut Kyle some slack. I think that in his world, emotional neediness is the plague.

Heather M. said...

Isn't Kyle just a lovey dovey affectionate guy?!

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