Me: Josh, can you please keep an eye on Zoë while I go to the washroom?
Josh: Sure, Mom. (He has taken to calling me "Mom" instead of Mommy of late.)
Me: Thanks, Josh. Zoë, please listen to Josh, okay? ... Okay, Zoë?
Zoë: Okay, Mommy.
No sooner had I taken a couple of steps away from the room did I hear an authoritative "Sit down, Zoë. I said, Sit down." I stopped and looked back in time to see Zoë plopping down next to Josh.
I'm really happy that Josh is taking to his role as a big brother very well
--in terms of looking out for and looking after his little sister. Zoë,
in turn, adores Josh and would do everything that he tells her to
--most of the time, unless she gets it in her head to tease Josh
mercilessly (and I mean, mer.ci.less.ly!) by repeatedly knocking over
the complicated race tracks and towers that Josh would be working so
hard to build and then running away and giggling... and then coming
back for another go, once Josh has repaired the damage!
Sometimes she gets Josh so frustrated that he'd cry and when she sees Josh
crying, she would, without being told by anybody, grab a tissue and go
over to Josh and try to wipe his tears and then give him a hug, kiss
him, pat him on the back, stroke his head. Sometimes she would even
throw in a few "Sorry, KoKo" when she'd do that. And Josh... well, he'd
sit there and let her comfort him, soaking up the sisterly love. When
the tears have stopped, they're back at being partners in mischief
I love seeing my tikesters get along, fight, then make
up. I love it that they both are sweet with each other. I love... I
love, I just love, love, love these tikesters. Totally smitten.
Absolutely head over heels. (You can tell, I got a good night's sleep.)
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