Worry

My Dad was always telling me not to worry about Jess when we were younger and he (my dad) was around.

So we're all (CJ, Alex, Jo, me) downstairs last night picking up toys... except Alex of course is playing with toys.  Christopher keeps telling Alex to stop playing because it's time to pick up.  I tell CJ to relax that mommy and daddy will take care of Alex.  CJ continues to be bothered by Alex's playing.

CJ: Alex, STOP playing!
Me:  Christopher, don't worry about Alex.  You worry about you.
CJ: But I have to worry about Alex because he's my baby brother.

The tears of joy swell in my eyes... and as I write this.