Brotherly Love

I think I have the sweetest child on the planet. Over the past few days, I've witnessed the following:
Kids love quarters. With quarters they can get all kinds of tacky toys or candy from machines. My kids live for quarters. One thing that Mikayla likes almost as much is stamps. I've got some floral ones, and what 3 year old can resist flowery stickers? We've told her to leave them alone before, but I need to lock them away. She took one and put it on the "package" they made for their cousin (cardboard folded up like an envelope and taped shut). Michael tried explaining to her WHY we don't want her to take the stamps, that they really are worth something. He told her that next time we see a machine, she can't have a quarter, because she spent that quarter on the stamp. It was hard to make her understand, she kept insisting that she'd have a quarter to spend. Finally, Aaric stepped in. "It's okay Mikayla, I'll give you my quarter." Sure, we're talking hypothetical quarters here, since no one was holding any. Still though, he was willing to give his up for her.
He's done the same with candy and food too.
One day, I heard him comforting her, and referred to her as "his little darling."
Last night, they were watching TV before bed. He came in and told me that she'd fallen asleep in his bed. Remember when we took the bunks apart? We made her bed the former top bunk, with the rails around it, and his the regular one. We told them it was so she wouldn't fall out. She has fallen out of her bottom bunk a couple times, but generally, she is okay. Well, I told him to just go sleep in her bed. He was worried she'd fall out of bed. I assured him she'd be fine. When I went in to check on them, he was lying between her and the edge of the bed. He said "I decided to just sleep here so that she can't fall off."
So that's Aaric lately: the protective big brother.
Mikayla has taken tuo quoting "The Little Rascals" all day. She has the letter memorized:
"Dear Darla,
I hate your stinking guts.
You make me vomit!
You are scu-um between my toes. [make sure that "scum" has at least 2 syllables]
Love, Oh-falfa"
I also heard her say, "Aaric, I'm just not like you. I'm not a woman hater. I'm a woman lover."