Throughout the day, Clay and Brooklyn stayed together. He was taking his big brother role seriously and helping her every step of the way. And she was looking at him like he hung the moon.
When snack time came, Clay pulled out a chair for Brooklyn. He took her ice cream bar out of its wrapper for her and then helped another little girl at the table who couldn't get hers open either. It almost made all the times he punched a kid, who was bugging him at school, go away. Almost. When they were done with their treat, Clay ran to the sink, grabbed a paper towel, wet it, then proceeded to wipe the chocolate from Brooklyn's mouth. Then he took her hand and led her to the carpet for story time. I stayed on the sidelines, just watching the scene with a sense of pride and happiness. And, of course, wondering when aliens had taken over my kids' bodies.
I have to write stories like these so that I can remember that now and then I have a day where I don't hear constantly, "Give it to me! Give it to me! Give it to me!" in the most annoying whiny voice EVER as Clay runs around the house teasing Brooklyn with something of hers that he's taken.