I lay by Lil’ Bug to help her fall asleep. She clasped my thumb snug in her fingers and I her wrist in mine.
As she seemed to doze off and loosen her grip I let go my grip to leave. She redoubled her grasp.
This repeated a few times and the next time I pulled away she said in her sleep “Squeeze tight.” I obeyed and suppressed a laugh. “What’s funny? What are you laughing at Dad?” she said in her sleep.