Z's heart & eye brow

I went to Chicago last week for a quick meeting. I was gone one night. Auntie took care of the kiddos while I was gone. She baked them brownies for breakfast (isn't she a great auntie?!?!).

When I got home the next night, Z kept telling me he wanted an eyebrow. I was my confused. Eventually I figured it out as he was climbing the counter to the cooktop where the pan of brownies were stored. "I want an eyebrow" = I want a brownie. Z-man age 36 months.

2nd story:
Z had been naughty the other day. I turned to him and provided appropriate discipline and explained why his behavior (opening the front door) was unsafe. He hung his head. He knew. Then, he turned to me, looked up and said: "Mama, you hurted my heart!"

Melt.
So sweet.
Aaaaah....