So this happened Mother's Day.
Son: Mom, how do you close up this zooble toy?
Me: I have no idea, ask your sister. She knows those things.
Son: Okay. [to his sister, sitting at my feet,] Hey, can you show me how to close up this zooble? [He hands it out to her.]
Girl: Uh, okay. [she takes it from him, closes it, and hands it back to him.] Here you go.
Son: Thanks. [he takes it, goes off]
Girl: You're welcome. [she goes back to her toys]
A normal conversation between siblings, right? Maybe for a "normal" family. But my kids aren't normal, especially my girl. So for my girl to be so "on" and actually help her brother and respond to her brother and help him with what he wanted, without any prompting from me, well, I just about cried.
Then today, son was sick in the night. He stayed home from school, because his stomach hurts. Well, the truth finally came out that the reason his stomach was hurting was because his sister was beating him up last night and getting him in the stomach. The son is not much of a defender of himself, even though we tell him he needs to be more assertive, and tell us when his sister is being mean to him.
Sometimes there's progress, and sometimes there's regression. Well, one miracle per day at a time, I guess.