Sweet

The kids have been sick with some stomach thing for the past several days. Lucky me, it is now my turn. But that is not the reason I am writing tonight. You see, my son wakes up from naps crying. He wants to snuggle, he wants to be held, and heaven forbid if you have to get up, he screeches like it is the end of the world. Well, today he slept for hours and it was 5 before he opened his eyes. The crying started but I had to be in the kitchen making dinner. Wouldn't you know that my sweet daughter, who usually practices her bullying on her little brother, went over to him, sat next to him and said, "It's OK buddy, mom has to make dinner but you can rub my hair." And he did. And all was right in the world. What sweet kids I have!