They really are BFFs

This morning we were awakened by a serious cry from Lexi in the bedroom.  I thought maybe she’d fallen off the bed or something.  I listened for a few more seconds and determined it was more of a “Emma just took my toy” kind of cry so I told her to come in my room.  She did, still crying and crawled in bed beside me.  I asked what was wrong and she wouldn’t tell me at first and in a teenage-like angst said, “Emma won’t be my best-est friend!”  Poor thing.  She’s said this a couple times when Emma doesn’t want to play a game or go somewhere Lexi wants to go.  I had Emma come in the room and had them “make up” but I’m telling you, Lexi LOVES her big sissy.