Last Sunday, after baking cookies for Joey:
Joey (hugs me while sitting on my lap): Thank you, mom.
Me: For what?
Joey: For you. (hugs and kisses me again)
Me: (teary eyed and speechless)
homemade oatmeal cookies
Last night while trying to settle down for the night:
Daddy: (tickling and annoying Joey as usual)
Joey: Dad, some of us are trying to sleep! (with knotted eyebrows; turns his back on daddy)
Daddy: (gives up, speechless)