Two kids who often fight like feral cats were sitting on the bed, still in their PJs on a Monday morning (thank you, Lutherans), playing on their DSs, together in their virtual world.
"Oh, I'm going to die. I'm going to die," I overheard A. Peevie say. "I'm dead."
And then, the part that made my heart well up with pride and joy, and not a little astonishment:
"You're doing good, M. Peevie," A. Peevie encouraged. "You can do it! You can beat him! Good job, M., good job!"
I don't know about you, but when one of my kids forgets his own (fake/virtual) troubles and opens up a can of Unexpected Maturity to say something kind and encouraging to his sibling, I practically start crying from happiness.
Even if it's just about a video game. Because that's a start, isn't it?