(it was nothing big, I overreacted, and its fine now). My brother got up said something (I don't even remember what it was) and left the table. I put my head in my hands because I felt bad. My nephew, who is 4 then comes up to me and started rubbing my arm. He said "don't worry Gefney, it will be ok. Don't worry". He then goes to the family room where my brother was and I hear this conversation.
Nephew: You don't talk to her like that
Brother: She was the one being mean to me
Nephew: I don't care, you don't talk to her like that.
I thought it was so cute that he felt the need to protect me. Who needs a man, when you have a super cute nephew?