Rich and I are affectionate with each other. We are in love, so we hug and kiss (appropriately) all of the time, even in front of the kids. I have fond memories as a kid of seeing my parents acting loving toward each other and it helped me form an image of a healthy, happy marriage. And now look what happened...I have one of my own.
I also have a Greek myth playing itself out in front of my eyes.
My son has developed a Freudian Oedipus Complex. Every time he sees Rich and I hugging, he starts hollering "No Hugs! No Hug Daddy, Mommy!" and then he cries until we stop.
What the what?
I always thought Freud's theories were ridiculous. But we have photographic proof that maybe he knew what he was talking about.
Meet Oedipus:
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