Love hurts

Little Warrior climbs into my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her cheek to mine, and squeezes hard. She pulls back and looks in my face. "Did that hurt?"

No, I assure her.

She crinkles her forehead and squeezes me again, harder. "Did that hurt?" she asks.

Why does it need to hurt? I ask her.

"Because I love you soooo much!" she explains happily. She squeezes me again. It hurts.

But not from the hug.