Here is a big boy.
He goes tinkle and poo-poo in a big potty. That’s what big boys do.
He likes to remind his brother of all the things that he, the big boy, can do that little babies, like his brother, cannot do.
But this morning I heard him singing songs while he waited for us to get him out of his crib. When I went into his room he was standing up in his crib so his brother could see him and he was singing to his brother every verse in Old MacDonald Had a Farm that he could think of. This big boy has a big heart for his little brother.
