Peter is such a sweet boy. This past weekend, he wanted me to fix his train. I asked him to bring it to me, then ducked out of the room briefly to help Jeremy. When I came back, Peter was in tears while Anne looked on, concerned.
"I'm sorry, honey, I asked you to bring it to me and then I left."
(wails) "That's not what it is!"
(wobbly voice) "Anne keeps wanting to touch my train but it has a pointy screw on it and she could get hurt! So I have to be mean to her and keep her away!"
Here is another example:
Ultimately, he wasn't able to get her sandals on her feet, but he tried for a few minutes and then politely apologized to her.
It's no wonder she adores him!