During gymnastics class today (interruption: SO glad to have back an arena for them to run around and squeal and get their energy out, especially with all this rain), Patrick had a bit of a tantrum and ended up pouting. As all the kids moved to the next series of activities, I asked if he wanted to join them or not. He did end up running over and sitting next to his sister.
Lilly, meanwhile, had followed the other kids and sat on the mat; she turned around to ask me where Patrick was, and by then he'd come over and was in front of her. As soon as he sat down, she grabbed his hand, snuggled into him, and said, "Patrick!"
Yep. It was adorable.