Quite a while ago, back when Elizabeth was 3 1/2 years old, we were waiting for a flight at an airport terminal. Elizabeth recognized my jeans and sweater, and gave my leg a big hug. The only problem was that though the jeans and sweater were similar, Elizabeth gave the big hug to a stranger. The guy seemed reasonably nice, so it was no big deal, but Elizabeth was stunned and mortified. She went into full-on panic mode, and was inconsolable for several minutes.
Out of the blue this morning, Elizabeth brought it up.
"Remember a long time ago when we were at the airport, and I hugged a stranger because I thought it was you? I was really scared and I cried a lot."
"Yes, I remember."
"Do you know why I cried so much?"
"Because you thought the man was me?"
"No! I cried because I thought that then I was going to need to fall in love with him, and I didn't want to fall in love with him!"
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