On our car trip earlier this week, part of Junius's continuous chatter involved this very sweet scene...
Juni: Mommy, Baby is hungry.
Me: Okay, do you want to share your snack mix with her?
Juni: No, mommy. Baby wants to nurse. I will feed Baby on my nibbles.
At this point, I should explain that "Baby" is a tiny white bear that came attached to a vase of flowers someone sent to me when Juni was born. She should have been a throw-away toy, but has instead become his most trusted sidekick.
After he announced that Baby would nurse on his "nibbles," Junius held her close against his chest (and, by default, the car seat harness), covered her with his blanket and waited. I watched him in the rearview mirror as he peeked under the blanket to check on Baby.
About 30 seconds later, he switched her to the other side of his chest and repeated the process.
Then he pulled her out from under the blanket and shouted, "All finished! Baby is very little, so she doesn't need much. That's all I have in my nibbles."
Did I mention that I love him?
And yes, should he ever get married and have children, I will repeat this story in front of his wife.