Owen, coming into the kitchen tonight while I’m feeding the twins: “I love you mom,” followed by a big hug. Cora fusses at the affection between us, (both kids still get a bit anxious whenever Dave or I show love towards anyone else) and Owen walks over, kisses her and says, “it’s ok Cora. We love you, too.” He then turns back to me and explains, “she still hasn’t figured out that you can love both of us, but I know that you can. We will teach her.”