About once or twice a day, my son will run up to me and wrap his arms around my hips (or butt, as the case may be). He then squints his eyes partly closed and in a really pathetic voice says "Mom-mom, love you."
I ask you... does that make up for him making me chase him all over the park this morning when he knew it was time to go home?
Yes.
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Run, Jae, run.
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