Last night as I quietly ate my green beans, minding my own business, my five year old son turned to his seven year old sister and the following was said…
“Emma, I don’t think I told you yet how nice your dress is today.”
“Why thank you, Noah, that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me all day.”
“Well I love you, Emma.”
“Oh Noah, I love you, too.”
And with that they leaned over their plates to hug and kiss before continuing eating as if these niceties occur at every meal rather than the kicks under the table that are the regular fare.