Music warms the soul

Sometimes a story will just have to do. I have no pictures of what transpired last night, but hopefully my story will make you feel like you can see what went down. :)

A and E were put to bed at their usual time. E was having a particularly troubling time getting to sleep because he hadn't seem Daddy M all day and he wanted to be with him. We put the gate up in front of their door to keep them from coming out. So what they like to do it stand at the gate.E you can barely see. It's just these two little hands hanging onto the gate and two little eyes straining to poke over the top. And then A just a head taller than him, smiling his infectious grin, with the hopes that it'll attain him freedom. After about 5 minutes of being ignored the whining and crying begins. Daddy M was much more patient with them last night since he'd been gone the majority of the day and went back into their room. When they both saw him coming their direction they giggled ecstatically, turned, and ran onto their beds. Daddy M sang them some more songs and then told A to sing some songs to E so he could leave. Daddy M, left the room with E screeching behind his ankles and running over to the gate again, expressing his feelings of ultimate betrayal as Daddy M stepped over the gate. A did not seem to noticed the displeased crowd and could be heard quietly singing in the background. When the crying didn't cease from E, Daddy M went back to the bedroom and collected E, who instantly curled into a ball in Daddy M's arms and rested his head on his shoulder. 

It was then that A realized his audience had left and began to cry. Daddy M asked him what was wrong, and through the sad little tears A explains that, "I wan' to seeng Twintle Twintle Wittle Star to Ees**." Daddy M with a great big smile on his face told A that he could sing to E in a second. 
M and I went back to talking with E still cuddled on his shoulder. It was quiet for a moment in the boys' room for about 10 seconds and then we both heard A begin singing quietly and our hearts melted: 

"Twintle Twintle Wittle Star. 'ow I wunder what you are. Up a above da worrld so high. Lite a diamon' in da sty. Twintle Twintle wittle star. 'ow I wunder what you are."

I peeked around the corner and saw A kneeling on the floor by his dresser his little hands curled in his lap and his sad little head pointing down. Daddy M decided to bring E back to his own bed for A's sake and when A saw that he was coming back he started to sing more vigorously for his little brother, excitedly getting up and hopping into his bed. Both boys ended up falling asleep quite contentedly after that.