My two-year-old loves to do “Snug-a-bugs” at least once a day. This ritual consists of reaching one chubby arm around my neck in a semi-headlock. Then, he bounces up and down and chants, “Snug-a-bug! Snug-a-bug! Snug-a-bug!” about fifteen times. If my husband’s around, he does the double version of the snug-a-bug hug with all our foreheads about 2 inches apart. It’s hard to describe how endearing this is. In fact, we should do away with paper money and exchange Snug-a-bugs instead. It’s amazing how far a Snug-a-bug goes. No mess is too messy, no tantrum too embarrassing, no middle-of-the-night wake-up call to inconvenient when there are Sung-a-bugs to be had. I wish I could stop time from marching on and live in a toddler hug.