S's brother and sister-in-law came to visit for the weekend, and this morning, we all went out for pancakes. A was having a horrible morning, and was a struggle to get ready. He was easily upset, would not be out of our arms, and just sad. We allowed him a pacifier a little more than usual, and it was the only thing that seemed to help.
As S was getting J dressed in his coat and shoes to go outside to head to the pancake place, she noticed something in his pocket, and asked what it was. (J is notorious for smuggling toys he shouldn't have in his pockets, not to mention assorted rocks, cool pieces of wood, etc.) He said, "It's a binky, for A. I think he's going to want it."
We are very lucky to have such sweet, sweet boys. They really do take care of one another.
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