After the party was over, Jacob waited until Brigham and I were busy getting kids out the door and then grabbed a big handful of cake. From the trail of cake crumbs and frosting, we gathered that he ran across the living room with it, stopped and wiped a hand on the couch, and we found him licking crumbs off of his hand while sitting on the Love Sac. Unfortunately, it was decorator's icing-- meaning it was half butter and shortning. What a mess! You'd think he hadn't almost thrown up from eating too much cake only a half an hour before!
Three Squeezes. Many years ago, Marilyn and I were sitting and listening to our seminary graduation speeches at a church in Orem. One of the speakers, an older gentleman, was telling how he and his wife had a silent signal for "I love you" which could be used anytime, anywhere as a private signal between the two of them. It was three squeezes by your hand. We've been using it ever since. It's great. I can tell her I love her anytime I want without anyone else hearing.
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