Last night, 'The Boy' followed his Daddy into the garage and fished an old toy out of a storage box. He played with it for about a half an hour (which is ironic because when it was in the house he hardly touched it) when Daddy said, "Why are you playing with a baby toy? That's going to be for baby Chelsea".
'The Boy' picked up the toy and brought it to where I was sitting, lifted up my shirt and put the toy on my lap. He looked up at me and said, "I share with baby Chelsea". Such a good big brother. I don't think he knows what is really in store for him.
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Oh they never do! :) It will be better than you think!
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