March 26, 2015
This transpired in the car after school today.
Me: Chase! Stop kissing your brother! He hates it; leave him alone!
Chase: I can’t! He’s so insanely cute! Insanely cute!
This little boy is so loved, and maybe a little or a lot smothered.
A few days ago…
Austen: “mom are you crazy?! You gave a baby something sharp?!?!” Way to look out for your little brother. Or take advantage of an opportunity to call mom crazy.
Which then created opportunity to rehash the story of Chase handing newborn Austen a bbq skewer: “mom, I give you baby sharp!”