This has been my view of Alex all morning:
Lately, he's become Mr. Hugger Extraordinaire. Running up to you and giving your legs a big squeeze, so at first, I thought he was just being extra affectionate today.
But he never let go! I'm walking around the kitchen doing some morning chores; boiling John some eggs, starting dinner in the crock pot, doing dishes... He's holding on to my leg for dear life. I was literally DRAGGING him around while attached to my leg. I tried to shake him off, but he just held on tighter.
Then I started to worry. Maybe he's sick. Maybe he's feeling insecure for some reason. Maybe he's scared of something. And then it hit me. I was wearing brand new velour yoga pants. Soft and fuzzy. Anyone who knows my son knows the kid is a sucker for something soft. He can barely even touch his teddy bears without popping his thumb in his mouth and rubbing his forehead on them. He was simply indulging in the softness of my pant leg. When I told this to my mother over the phone she said "Well, if you're ever feeling like you need some cuddles from your son, you know what to wear." Yep, I now have Alex bait. Fuzzy pants.
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