I would still think you’re the sweetest man, even (and especially) with your hands around my neck ❣️
I prefer smothering you.
I still have a chance to see your eyes get big first with excitement, then fear, then resigned bliss… and I save everyone in the room from having to listen to you try to express your inane “thoughts”, which, let’s face it, all boil down to babbling variations on “thank you Daddy”.