“You never hug me,” I said because I am all or nothing and dramatic.
“P, it’s not true, I hug you all the time. I hug you 40 times a day – I just hugged you 5 minutes ago when you asked me to.”
“That was not a hug. That was you lying on top me like a barge,” I said.
“A barge? A barge? You said you liked my weight on top you.”
“Well I do. But when you’re actually hugging me and kissing me or something. That’s a lot different that just rolling over me like a barge and parking there. I mean for Godsakes.”