Calvin = Pepe Le Pew

My dear, sweet, Calvin is no respecter of personal space. He is the very incarnation of Pepe Le Pew. You know, the adoring, cartoon skunk.

If by chance you are sitting all by yourself, Calvin will be the first one to hop up on your lap for a snuggle. And it is pure bliss to snuggle with him. He will gently twirl your hair with his index finger. Or he might just give you a soft little kiss on the cheek. Or maybe he will even just rest his arm around your shoulder.
It is wonderful.

Then, slowly. The twirl will get tighter and tighter until it pulls at the nape of your neck. You might turn your head or shake it to loosen the tangled finger.

And before you can blink, that index finger is all twirled up all over again.

The kisses will soon multiply until you are covered all over your face. And even your arm. Or hand. Or even your ear.

What's wrong with that you might say????

Oh, just the slobber. Just the thin layer of spit spread head to toe.

And that hug you might ask? What is the matter with that arm resting on your shoulder?

It turns into a vice grip, folks. Then that vice grip turns directly into a wrestling move. Then the wrestling move turns into an all out mauling session. And before you know it, you are standing up and trying to pry him from hanging on your neck as if you were a tree branch that he loves to swing on.

Below you see photo documentation of Pepe in action.

Exhibit A

Cyrus, infant victim getting more love than he can handle. Calvin is unfazed by the suffering. He just loves the love.

Exhibit B

Wyatt watching TV. He doesn't even suspect that Calvin's casual relaxation just above his head will soon turn into a wrestling match.

Exhibit C

The hug that turned into a wrestle.

Exhibit D

Pepe moving in for the kill. He is going to kiss me. A lot. You can't tell, but that hand on my cheek is very strong. I couldn't turn my head if I wanted to.

But, oh, where would I be without my little Pepe Le Pew?????

I would be so sad without him. I would have no wrestle buddy. I would have no sweet little boy that gives me more kisses and hugs than I can bear. I would be a woman with lots more personal space.

But an unfulfilled woman nonetheless.