Yesterday evening the Girl asked if she could feed Baby Sister her dinner. I hesitated, my initial thought being that it could get messy, or at least
messier than it normally is, before quickly realizing that it didn't matter. So what if it were to get out-of-hand messy? The Girl was eager to try her hand at food delivery and why on earth would I stop her from trying to help out?! As it turned out, the Girl and Baby Sister as a feeding duo quite possibly made less of a mess together than Baby Sister and I at mealtimes over 90% of the time. Maybe it was a combination of the utmost of care that the Girl took in making sure that every heaping spoonful found it's way to Baby Sister's mouth and the way in which Baby Sister opened oh-so-wide to receive those much-larger-than-Momma-gives-me bites to impress her Sister. Whatever the case may have been, one thing is certain, I love the utter devotion that the Girl has for her Baby Sister and the complete and total adoration that is written all over Baby Sister's face in response.
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