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.”
The Thing With The Stuff 