{"id":1982,"date":"2013-07-26T10:52:51","date_gmt":"2013-07-26T15:52:51","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/stories.daddytales.com\/?p=1982"},"modified":"2013-07-26T10:52:51","modified_gmt":"2013-07-26T15:52:51","slug":"hug-it-out","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/2013\/07\/26\/hug-it-out\/","title":{"rendered":"Hug it out"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Due to an unfortunate confluence of work and doctor&#8217;s appointments, I ended up working upstairs on Monday while the kids were downstairs with a babysitter. It was an odd situation. Usually, they&#8217;re fine by themselves when I&#8217;m working, but I&#8217;ve been under some deadlines, and I needed uninterrupted work time.<\/p>\n<p>Around lunch time, I heard a funny exchange.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Just hug it out,&#8221; the babysitter said.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What?&#8221; the boys answered, almost simultaneously.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You&#8217;re brothers,&#8221; she said. &#8220;Hug it out!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>There was a brief moment of quiet, followed by an evil chuckling and a squeal of fear.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Hey,&#8221; the babysitter shouted. &#8220;Stop!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The evil chuckling stopped as the squealing changed to victorious laughter.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You distracted me,&#8221; one of the boys said. &#8220;Ow!&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;ve got you now!&#8221; his brother cackled.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But you&#8217;re brothers!&#8221; the babysitter repeated, her voice rising.<\/p>\n<p>That word&#8230; I do not think it means what she thinks it means.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m fairly certain that whoever thought up the idea of &#8220;hugging it out&#8221; had daughters, not sons. Enjoy!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2}},"categories":[118,122,119],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1982","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-daddytales-c","category-daddytales-n","category-daddytales-funny"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DpYi-vY","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1982","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1982"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1982\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1982"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1982"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.pat-matthews.com\/stories\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1982"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}