Will is helping me unload the dishwasher. This is particularly thrilling for him because he is getting to handle knives! Each knife he puts away is accompanied by play-by-play commentary: "I have a big sharp knife," then, "I put the big sharp knife in the drawer."
Sophie, my little instigator, notes that Will is having a good time and must intervene. She takes a fork from the silverware caddy.
Will confiscates the fork and, remarkably, hands her a spoon as a replacement unprompted. "I gave her a spoon" he tells me.
"Yes, because you are such a good big brother to her. You are so nice."
"Yes, I had to take the fork away because I was afraid she was going to poke a hole in her forehead."