My hugolometer

Tonight as I was kissing him gooodnight, Lukasz asked "Mommy, is your hugolometer almost empty?" I said, "yes, I think it is," and so he threw his arms around my neck and hugged and hugged and hugged me. A bit later, still squeezing, he asked "is it almost full?" I said "yes, almost." Then, "Is it full now?" "Yes, it's full." and he kept squeezing, and I remembered what he likes, so I said "boooiiing!" and he giggled and said "I consploded your hugolometer."

I'll have to fix that up tonight, so he can consplode it again tomorrow. <3