Sweet Brother

Walter (3) and Lizzie (1) have their fair share of squabbles over trifling matters such as one of them wanting to pat the other on the head or the fetching of the others cup. Why it's adored sometimes and cause for WWIII at others is beyond me. Some days I do an awful lot of correcting and instructing them how to speak to and treat each other, and by the end of the day, I'm ready to roll them in duct tape and stick them into their respective corners. Tonight, however, my ears were treated to the precious sounds of fellowship and they shared a giggle together. It must have inspired the song-writer in Walter, who began to sing, "Wizzie, you are such a diamond to meeee. How I wuv your witt-o sewf..."