Two months ago, under similar circumstances–her spending a couple of nights with cousins–the symptoms were the same.
The moment our daughter appeared at the front door, our son couldn’t leave her alone.
He poked; he tugged; he danced; he hugged.
But mostly he overlapped right into her space…
As if he couldn’t get close enough.
When she said, “you can be the king and I’ll be the queen,” he was the first to return with blankets.
And the first to do whatever she said…the rest of the night.