Joey likes a good squeezing hug. He'll launch himself at you, giving fair warning after his feet have left the ground, that he's coming in for a "HUGANDAKISS!!" So freaking sweet I can barely stand it. The boy can dish it out, but he can't take it, however. As I gathered him into my Mom-clamp yesterday, he squeeked--"Mo-om! You're squishing me and my head is blowing up like a big ballon!"
Nuh uh, I swear.