When I was in my 20's, I dated a guy that was Greek. He came from a very Greek family. When I say Greek, I mean that they were so Greek, his Grandma (Ya Ya) didn't even want him to date me because I wasn't a "Greek girl." I was amazed at how affectionate his whole family was. They all hugged and kissed each other no matter what their age or gender happened to be. I liked how "full of Love" they all seemed and I hoped to one day raise my family with the same show of affection.
I remembered this today while our kids wriggled and squirmed as my husband and I celebrated the "Luck of the Irish" with them. No matter what day of the year it is, there will always be hugs and kisses for each of them...with or without the headlocks. :)