Something I’ve gotten used to, and didn’t realize was so adorable until I was describing it to T, is the fact that L blows hugs to me. How does one blow a hug? Well, he crosses his arms around himself, gives himself a big squeeze, and then thrusts his arms out towards me. I guess it’s more hug throwing than blowing. Damn that kid is sweet and adorable when he’s not possessed by the devil.