Overheard from the other room this morning: 

Amelia: “Bax, come here.”

Bax, whiny: “No, I don’t want to have my hair bwushed.”

Amelia: “Don’t you want to look handsome?”

Bax: “I already AM handsome!”

He let her brush it eventually. 🙂 When done, she kissed him and said, “There, now you look cute.”

Bax, interrupting: “I look HANDSOME.”

Amelia: “You look cute AND handsome. You’re the king of the cute, and I’m the queen of the cute.”