Chris sat cross-legged on the floor, staring at your niece with pure concentration. She stared back, her tiny hands gripping a stuffed bunny, her brows furrowed like she was trying to figure him out.

“Alright, kid,” Chris said, pointing at the pile of blocks between them. “I’m gonna build the coolest tower you’ve ever seen. It’s gonna be so tall, it’ll—”

Before he could finish, she reached out and knocked over the few blocks he had just stacked. A tiny smirk spread across her face.

Chris gasped dramatically, falling backward like he had just been personally attacked. “You didn’t just do that.”

Your niece giggled, clapping her hands.

“Oh, it’s war,” he muttered, grabbing more blocks. “I’m winning this time.”

From the kitchen, you watched as he fully committed to a battle he was definitely going to lose. And honestly, it was the most adorable thing you’d ever seen.