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.
Monday, July 7, 2008
Love languages - as learned in a Romanian orphanage
Posted by Jamie at 7:06 p.m.
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4 comments:
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.
You're right Robyn, maybe I should cut Kyle some slack. I think that in his world, emotional neediness is the plague.
Isn't Kyle just a lovey dovey affectionate guy?!
How come I can't get to your blog when I click on your name on my page. Help me! I need you as a link!!
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