Consoling

I want to remember this.

Earlier today we denied Henry additional time with the Wii after a day filled with too much scream time. Because he is my son and thus has a short emotional fuse, he started to cry. Wail, even.

Charlie immediately went over to his brother hugged him and said "It okay. It bad dream Baba."

Henry cupped his brother's face with his hands and then patted his hair.

It heartwarmed me.