Sometimes my babies drive me absolutely crazy – but every once in a while they are so sweet, all craziness is (mostly) forgotten.
Just now, Emmy was laying on Christopher’s bed (there is a rail, she can’t roll off) and I was pulling down C’s outfit for the day. She started to whine a little and Chris hopped onto the bed and said “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of you!”
As a follow up, he’s now hopping around singing “Penis, penis…” moment ruined. Or actually, the moment is better.