Tonight we were up in the kids’ room.
I had ds2 safely ensconsed in the crib (so ds1 won’t flop or jump on him), and was messing around with ds1 on his bed (tickling, giggling, the usual).
I wanted a hug, and he kept refusing.
So I stuck out my lower lip and pretended to cry.
He comes over, pets my arm, says “it’s okay mommy” and gave me a hug.
How could a mommy not melt after that?
In a related note, we were at a friends house who has a little girl ds’s age and a 1yo boy. While we were there playing, the little boy woke up from his nap, and was *very* cranky. Ds1 goes over to him, pets him, gives him a few hugs, gets him his sippy and snack, and kept saying “it’s okay.” It was so blasted cute, almost like he was a second little mother. Holy cow, I guess the kid really is paying attention to how we comfort him and his brother.