Sunday morning he got them up and helped them get dressed, AND cooked them eggs for breakfast, AND carried ice chests and such out to the van.
He ended up sitting with them in church because I was interpreting, my husband was watching Cherub and helping the deaf lady with her song book in the back.
He wrestled and rough-housed with them all weekend, helped them fix their plates at a potluck, instructed them in manners and behavior when called for, rebuked them when necessary, kept them quiet during Bible study, and was generally an amazing hyung (Korean word for older brother, which carries with it more emotional oomph and responsibility than mere brother so is a better description, I think, for what he does for them).
Amazing, yes. Do you want to know what his bedtime story was all about?
*The Earth Mover ants. They happen to be extremely sensitive to movement and noise, and race to see the source of said movements and noise, and they are delighted if it turns out to be coming from their favorite snack- little boys. They just so happen to live in the Little Boys bedroom at our house underneath their beds. However the ants sleep soundly and safely all day long. They are only awake and alert from 11 p.m. to 5 a.m. So as long as the boys remained still and quiet, the EMAs would leave them completely alone. I am fairly certain Blynken, our resident skeptic, merely scoffed, but Nod remained as stationary as a petrified log the rest of the night.
The little boys love him madly, btw. They were fine just giving me an airy wave good bye as they left for home Sunday night, but they spontaneously turned back to race after him and give him huge hugs good-bye.
His sisters teasingly refer to his Pied Piper hold over the younger children (his nephews and nieces included) as Stockholm Syndrome.