I was leaving to drop Mini-Me Monkey off at the dance party and hustle out (read that fly on the freeway) to get Tree- Monkey from working with daddy. Massage Monkey loaded two propane torches into the back of my Jeep, because Mr. Monkey needed them. As Massage Monkey walks past the passenger side, Mini-Me Monkey rolls down the window and they touch hands in passing.
My heart grew 2 sizes. Having watched in-laws and family members ignore other family members, there was something touching about watching my two children take an opportunity to share a touch that communicates "I love you."
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