As I was making breakfast on Sunday morning, I heard Baby Doll wake up. I sent my 7 year old son up to get her out of her crib. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him bring her into the kitchen but then leave with her still on his hip. I didn't dare acknowledge them for fear that my peaceful breakfast making would end.
When breakfast was ready and still no sign of Baby Doll at my feet, I gingerly peered around the wall into the living room. I spied this scene... How could you not love a boy, holding his baby sister so lovingly and without complaint, engrossed in a game of UNO with his buddy and little brother? It melts my heart.