My youngest son is 4 and he's developed a nasty habit of crying over anything and everthing. This is relatively new and positively annoying. Perhaps not new. No, he's always been a bit melodramatic. However, the frequency is accelerating.
Not five minutes after a crying jag he comes into the bathroom (no I didn't need an audience but a closed door means very little to this little fellow) and tells me he doesn't have any toys to pick up. "I don't have to pick up my toys, Mom. They're all in my toy box," he says, eyes sparkling with wonder. "They got in there all by themself!"
How he can go from aggravating to adorable so effortlessly is beyond me.