Big Brother
This morning, during breakfast, Ben disappeared into the kitchen and we heard a bunch of clattering about, and the fridge door opening and closing. I went in to see what he was up to, assuming he was pouring himself a glass of milk.
He was pouring Timothy a bottle of milk. Because Timothy said “Yum.”
Isn’t that sweet?
And then he told me I should write about it on my blog. So I am.
(Next post will be pictures of our recent trip to N. Ireland and Spain.)