Little Brother has this way of disarming me just when he is at his most exasperating and I am at my most impatient.
Yesterday as soon as I turned off the water from my shower, he asked,
"Mom, are you done?"
"Are you done?"
Yes. I'll be out as soon as I get dressed.
"Are you done in the shower?"
Yes. I'm getting dresssed.
This went on until I was dressed and opened the bathroom door.
"Mom, YOU'RE MY BUDDY." This was accompanied by the World's Biggest Hug.
Who said cuteness isn't a survival skill?