"He needs a kiss."

JD was having a kind of rough afternoon. He fell over and bumped his head, cried a bunch, got calmed down, walked into the kitchen to get his juice, fell over and bumped his knee, cried a bunch, got calmed down, and walked back into the living room. He went over to Shank and flung himself up against him, arms around Shank's neck, cheek resting against Shank's side, and just kind of stood there, hugging on his dog and swaying against him.

I said, "Hey Shankster, don't move. He needs a hug right now."

JD swayed mournfully and said, "He needs a kiss."

Shank turned his head and started licking JD's sad little face.

And I realized, again, that dogs and little boys are pure love.