Butter wouldn't melt in his mouth, but this is the face of a boy who spent the hour before bedtime winding up his (very, very, very) tired older brother.
Anything my four year old had, this one came hurtling in like a whirlwind to snatch. Anything my four year old didn't have he taunted him with in that way that sweet baby toddlers can.
I feel like I've spent all my time this evening chasing after him, reminding him to use gentle hands, that it isn't nice to hit. That we are kind to each other.
Like water off a ducks back, he laughed.
I was at the end of my tether as I got them ready for bed as my husband went out running, and then he lay back, gave me this look and sang twinkle twinkle (in baby talk obvs) to his brother and pretended to go to sleep.
They hugged. They kissed. They giggled in bed. They hid under the covers and turned my stressful half hour into a beautiful 15 minutes before bedtime.
It's a good job they're cute.