When I walked in the one-year-old room, The Boy dropped his toy and ran to meet me. But he was intercepted by his playmate A, a curly-haired, chubby-cheeked munchkin, who threw her arms around him and pressed her little pursed lips to his cheeks.
The Boy stood there for a moment, as if stunned, then threw his fat arms around her shoulders and hugged her back.
"Bye-bye!" they each said.
Apparently the many, MANY admonitions to hug our friends, not bite them, are getting through to The Boy.