My three youngest siblings were in bed by the time I got home today after finishing a 10-hour painting job with one of my other sisters. They heard me coming up the stairs and started calling out for me to say goodnight to them. So I made the rounds between the rooms, reaching my youngest brother last.
Rilian: "No hugs. You're all paint."
(This was true. I hadn't changed out of my paint clothes yet.)
Me: "Okay. Can I have a kiss?"
(Yes, I have stooped to asking my baby brother for goodnight kisses.)
Rilian promptly pecks me and then flops back down onto his pillow. I put his covers back on, say goodnight, tell him I love him, and head for the door. Just as I'm about it close it, he says,
"I love you better."
How cute is that?! I melted inside. Completely melted.