The little angel, whom I am going to refer to as "m" going forward, adores my sunny son. When he is around, she watches him and follows him around with her eyes. Of course he is minding his own games, playing with his trucks and planes and as such. It is amazing how her look toward him is totally different than her look toward grown ups. It is as if she recognizes that he is a kid.
Some things never get better; so enjoy them as they are today.