Monday, June 6, 2011

Why I Want To Be Like My Kindergartner When I Grow Up

This will be a re-occurring segment on my blog. Why? Why not?
My kindergartner is way smarter than I am.

I want to be free to give everyone “Air Hugs” whenever I feel like it.

For those of you uneducated in the technique of “air hugging”, I’ve included step-by-step instructions.

*** This writer holds no responsibility if you hurt yourself or anyone around you while trying this.

  1. Place your right hand on your left upper-arm.
  2. Place your left hand on your right upper-arm.
  3. Make eye-contact with the person you wish to “air hug”.
  4. While gently squeezing your arms, say the words “air hug”.
  5. That’s it! You’ve done it! Wasn't that fun?

The world would be a better place if we all did this more often. No mess, no bodily contact, just good lovin’. What’s not to like here?


  1. That is so cute!

    I've started saying "zombie hugs" (based on a rather strange icon in our chat program at work; I THINK it's supposed to be a woman hugging, but its arms are stretched out just like a zombie...). Air hugs are cuter though.

    1. Zombie hugs? That sounds disgusting. Sorry, but I have an abject fear of zombies, let alone the idea of hugging one. They freak me out and now my day is ruined. Thanks a lot. ;)

  2. I have a kindergartner too! I so love your blog!! I joined!

    1. Yay! But I actually don't have a kindergartner anymore--now she's a first grader, soon to be second grader. Did you know that they get older every year? Which, I believe, makes us older every year too. Dang kids. :)

  3. Just discovered your blog through twitter. Love your sense of humor. My kindergartner turned 27 today. How's that for fast. Time flies.

    Mary Merrell

  4. Thanks, Mary. It's great to meet you. Ah, Twitter. My new, and completely confusing obsession. I haven't been stalking you, have I? :)

    I hate to tell you this, but that isn't possible. Your child is 27? Nope, it's impossible. Seriously, is that your twenty-seven year old in your avatar? And no, that's not false flattery--I don't lie and I don't flatter. Dang it! Well, now I feel REALLY old.