On our walk this morning k. gave me a half-hug.
"Sorry, that's the best hug I can manage."
"No, thank you. That was very nice. Anyway, I wouldn't have expected anymore: what with your shortness and you're walking on a lower part of the sand."
"Excuse me, it's not my shortness! It's your tallness! Here, swap places with me."
"Much easier to kick you into the water that way."