Ok, so let's be honest here. I am NOT my daughter's biggest fan. I mean, in a sense I am. I will be all those things listed above, except for the "never growing tired of the act". See, I DO grow tired of watching Kairi's performance from time to time. That sounds terrible. Let me explain.
She stands on the hearth singing her heart out for hours on end. And I love it. Except, when I've heard Twinkle Twinkle for the 162nd time in the last hour, I really don't feel like cheering and clapping as loudly as I did the first 161 times.
But I don't feel as badly about that anymore. Because she DOES have a fan that will cheer as loudly the 162nd time as the 1st.
Her biggest fan is Alex. And when I'm more interested in the Bubble Burst game on my phone than cheering again, Alex will sit on the couch watching her dance and sing, and then he will clap and "woohoo!" for her as loudly as he did the last time. Then he will turn to me and tell me "Nonny! Cap Niree! WooHoo!" (Translated: Mommy! Clap for Kairi! WooHoo!)
He always cheers for her, believes in her, supports her, and will even feed her bites of pizza when she's feeling like too much of a diva to feed herself. (Yes, tonight she told him to feed her her pizza b/c it was too yucky for her to touch, and he obliged.)
He follows her around, mimics her, loves on her, and picks on her. Nothing makes either one happier than their sibling. They even have their own language.
In the following pictures, my kids have dirty faces, and dirty clothes. They had just eaten their pizza and neither do a good job at wiping their own faces. I usually put up with their bad job (because at least they tried!) until either we leave or it's bedtime.
Either way ... here's proof of their love for each other: