my favorite 5-year-old

Tonight when we were leaving church, Kyle somehow hit me in the nose really hard while I was buckling him in his car seat. It hurt SO bad...you know that eye-watering, been punched-in-the nose-feeling (I have never actually been punched in the nose!). I said something about how it felt like my nose was broken. Well, several minutes later, when we were about 5 minutes down the road, Nathanael says, "Mommy, I love you. I don't want you to break." He really is turning into a very sweet, polite, well-mannered boy. Earlier today, Kyle had fallen asleep in the van. He came in and laid down on the couch and fell right back to sleep. Nathanael, such a great big brother, got a blanket and covered him up. I wish he would always be this sweet!