(Of course, they have that "when they're good, they're really really good, but when they're bad, they're horrid" thing going on, but the latter doesn't happen too often.)
As a surrogate aunt (first cousin once removed), I get to ooh and ahh over them.
On Saturday, we went to Smith Park in Philly, which is this park you can only get into if you have a kid under 10 with you. Here's my cousin Zachary. He's two-and-a-half.
Here are Zachary and Kyra, my cousins' three-and-a-half year old neighbor. (Zachary has a little crush on her, I think.)
And here I am, just a big kid on the spinny-thing. I don't know what it's really called.