Last night at dinner, Sam was sitting to my left and Noah was sitting in his high chair to my right. (Daddy was at his night class).
We talked about Sam's day, and we looked at her first-ever school pictures, which I'll post ASAP for you. Then we hit a lull in the conversation -- because a) it's just me talking to a 5-year-old, and b) dinners take an inordinate amount of time with kids.
After a minute, I said, "So Sam, what's your favorite part about having a little brother?"
Sam said: "When he laughs."
What a great answer. It made me smile.
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