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Noteworthy Moments

So often Benjamin says or does something that just stops me cold. They are so sweet or funny or ridiculous that I find myself thinking at these moments, "I should write this stuff down." So here are a couple of such moments:
Moment #1
Last week, Benjamin fell down while running on the driveway. I know, I know, not a good idea to let him wear rainboots and shorts while playing soccer on an asphalt driveway. But the kid adores those boots and he looked so darn cute...but I digress.

So I picked him up and dried his tears before cleaning the skinned knee and applying a band-aid, which instantly distracted him. Two days later, while in the car, Benjamin was reliving the event and noted that he cried when he fell. I said to him, "But then Mommy came over to pick you up and give you a hug, right?"

"Why?" he asked.

"Because I love you and I wanted to make you feel better," I replied, looking at him through the rear-view mirror. After a brief moment while he pondered this, he said to me,

"I love you, too, and I would pick you up too. And Daddy and Brayden!"

Yep, I cried. How could I not?

Moment #2
After buckling Brayden into his carseat, I instructed Benjamin to wait with him by the front door while I grabbed the diaper bag from the other room. When I returned five seconds later, Little Brother was screaming and Big Brother was looking guilty. This is the dialogue that followed:

Me:  "What happened? Why is Brayden crying?"
Ben: "Cuz' I poked him."
Me: "You poked him?! Why did you do that??"
Ben: "Because I want to!"
Me: "That's not okay. We don't poke Brayden. That made him really sad."
Ben: "I'm sorry, Mommy. Can I tell Brayden I'm sorry for poking him?"
Me: "I think that would be a good idea. Go ahead."
Ben: (leaning close to Brayden's face) "I'm sorry for poking you, Brayden."

I'm sure Brayden forgave him, don't you think?

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