“What if we get in another accident?”
“What if I was a wizard?”
“What if I ate hot dogs for a year?”
Ugh! My kids, my students, and just about every kid I have ever been in close proximity ask tons of crazy “What if…” questions. I’m not going to lie, they get old. When I put on the ban on “What if” questions at dinner my kids have learned to disguise them with, “What do you suppose would happen if…..” (Those kids are too smart for my own
Anyway, a couple of times, one of the kids has asked, “What if hugs could cure Cancer?”
This morning, we explored that possibility.
“We could have a Hug-Fest!” my daughter exclaimed.
“Daddy could get hugs in the street.”
“Ummm, honestly, I wouldn’t want to get hugs just anywhere,” my husband injected. (I don’t blame the guy, he has been public property for so long, even he wants his dignity in this imaginary, never going to happen scenario.)
“I know people who would drive for hours, to come give you a hug,” I teased.
“What if my hugs cured Daddy?”
Wouldn’t that be amazing?
Scott said it best, “Your hugs don’t cure my Cancer, but they sure make me feel good.”
If I could have just one wish, I know what it would be. What if hugs cured Cancer?