Today I asked G for a kiss, and he came up to me and landed a big wet one on my lips. I turned around to go into another room, and he ran up behind me saying, "The baby!" I bent down, he lifted up my shirt, and gave a big kiss to the baby. In that moment I forgot about the multiple toys he took away from a kid today, the several times he threw himself on the ground when I told him to give a toy back, and the time he spent in time out. It's amazing how sinful and yet how sweet a little toddler can be.