Those People

Me: “What’s wrong, bud?”
Troy: “Mama made me change my shirt.”
Me: “Oh, what was wrong with it?”
Troy: “Nothing. She just made me change it.”
Me: “Well, maybe it’s because this one matched the blue fire in your pants better.”
Troy: “I don’t care if it matches.”
Me [picking him up in a hug]: “Some people go out of their way to match their clothes.”
Troy: “Well, I’m not like those people!”
Me [laughing]: “Fair enough. But mama is, so maybe you can just wear this shirt for her today, and you can wear the other one tomorrow.”
Troy: “I guess. You know, I really love you, dada.”
Me: “I love you too. Now, give me my hugs!”
Troy [jumping out my arms and making a run for it]: “No!”
Me [chasing him]: “I want my hugs!”
Troy [laughing]: “I’m not giving you a hug!”
Me: “Yes, you will! Now, stop running, so I can grab you!”