Brothers . . .

While my mother was recovering from her recent hip surgery, I spent a few days babysitting the little monkeys. I had so much fun hanging out with them at their house & getting to snuggle them every once in a while (when they were too slow to escape).

One thing I got such a kick out of is the developing relationship between them as brothers. They both race around the house like maniacs at times, but Thing 2 is two years younger and can't always keep up with Thing 1. Sometimes, when Thing 1 has dashed off to his room or the kitchen or wherever, Thing 2 looks around, realizes he's gone, and takes off after him, hollering "Come back, [Thing 1], come back!" It's seriously the cutest thing. I die every time.