Love/dislike relationship

I'm here to tell ya. Kirby loves his sister. He wants to hold her, which is uber difficult these days with ole wiggly worm. He wants to give her kisses and have her where he is all the time. It makes my heart sin when he is so sweet with her. 

But man he can't stand for her to be in his toys. He is getting better at asking for my help to remove her from his train table or car track rather than shoving, shouting or crying. (Insert mom eye roll!). Just as loudly as my heart wants to sing when he is gently and sweet with her, my heart wants to scream when he tells me he is a baby, laughs at her when I'm telling her no no, bites or pushes her, or talks ugly to her (man does he have some sass!!!!).  Aaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!!

And then I walk into this sight this morning. I really hope they are best friends and each others' protectors. It was really hard for me not to go into a dissertation defense about how he isn't supposed to go into her room without me, but this was just so stinkin cute. And lots of bed head.