Last week, Riley came into Eli's nursery where I was feeding him. He loved on him and gave him the sweetest kisses. He looked at me so earnestly and said, "I love my baby brother, Mama." It was as though he was trying to convince me. Two days later, Eli was in his bouncy seat and Riley was giving him sweet affection. When he finished, he looked down at him and said, "I love my baby brother...sometimes."
This could be the start of a steady decline, I'm not sure.
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