Urges

Sorry, running a little late. I worked 56 hours last week and I live an hour from work, so with drive time and getting ready for work, I've haven't done anything but eat and sleep and work.

I hugged Austin while he was in the kitchen making an icy drink.

Austin, ice tray in hand: I'm resisting the urge to dump all this ice down your back because I know you'd hate it.

I squeeze harder.

Austin: I'm resisting it.

Me, punching him in the chest.

Austin: Ouch, I resisted the urge.

Me: That's so you'll learn not to have those urges.

Austin: I'm still going to have those urges. You've taught me not to tell you what I'm thinking.