Poignant sibling stuff

On Shabbos, Naomi at kitchen table, looking at pictures in a book, suddenly--

Naomi: Ezzie, do you love me or hate me?

Ezra (pauses, then face lights up as he sorts out his feelings): BOTH!

Me (sad, disappointed, mad at Ezra, but hiding it): Naomi, why do you ask?

Naomi: 'Cause he always be's (sic) mean to me, even though I love him.

Naomi, after camp one day last week