When (on the rare occasion) my brother would have a bad day and come running up to me and hug me and sit on my lap while watching T.V.
When my brother was really little he called me Syrup. Or when he was a little older he couldn't find me in our house so he'd run around yelling in his little kid voice, "Sissy! Sissy!"
Or in Church when he was really little I'd be sitting on the pew and he'd come up to me and give me a slobbery little kid kiss.
Gosh, I miss those days. Wow, now I want to cry from remembering these times. :-(
When my four year old little sister grabs me and gives me a huge hug and says "Sissy, you're the best. I missed you today." :] we're eleven years apart, and she's adorable!!! my little princess.