Caught in the Act

Let me start by saying Chap has done an amazing job with his bed transition!!  He has woken up the last few mornings, gotten a few cars out of a little basket in there - and has taken them back to his bed to play until I open the door to get him (all of about a 10-20 minute time span).  The very reason for the basket of match-box cars.  

Well, today a few minutes after I put them down for a nap - I heard the click-clack of little cars and a little dialogue going on between the boys.  I opened the door of the boys room, and there was Chap - standing there with a handful of cars headed back to his bed!  I didn't say a word to him, and even kind of smiled at him.  Before I even had the chance to say something - he burst into the deepest heart broken cry!  I picked him up, put him back in bed.  He had horribly big tears streaming from his eyes, snuffling, and crying from the depths of a broken heart.  I held the cars for him, and told him to choose one to sleep with.  It still took a minute of consoling to get him to realize he wasn't in trouble, but that the cars did need to go back in the basket.  

In the meantime - during that escapade... here is what Whit was doing...  He was holding up his car that Chap had gotten for him, and was saying "It boke, Mommy!  Pix my car!"  Then, when I didn't fix it - still dealing with Chap, he began to play with it and drive it on the edges of his bed... in his own little world.  He could care less that they had been caught in the act!! 

Wasn't it a nice brother, though - to hand Whit a car!?!  I did go back in a few minutes later - Whit was still driving his car.  Chap had settled, and was snuggled with his car ready to sleep.  Who would've ever thought they came out of the same womb!!