Baby Brother might not be such a little pest after all. This morning, when I couldn't find my shoes, Henry came running up to me from the family room, shoes in hand, crying, "I found Ah-duh shoes!"
This evening, I repaid the favor by spoon-feeding him some of my beef stew. I touched it to show Henry it wasn't hot, then I shoveled it in.
Mommy is skeptical that our chuminess will last, though...
