Snuggling

I was snuggling with William on the sofa when he started to wiggle.

"Where are you going," I asked.

"I'm finished snuggling," he told me as he started to squirm out of my arms.

"No, don't leave me!  You're like my little teddy bear," I told him, squeezing him tighter.

"No, I'm not little!  And I'm not stuffed!  I'm not stuffed with fluff and very soft.  Very, very soft!" he reminded me.