This just happened:
Grace: More chock-it bunna, Mom?
Me: I’m sorry, Gracie, it’s all gone. You ate it up.
Grace makes a sad face.
Sam: I want Sam’s chock-lit Kiki.Me and Will: ???
Sam: Kiki chock-lit mine.
Yup. He was saying he wanted Grace (“Kiki”) to have the rest of his. And then I cried. (And Will cried, because he just finished cleaning Grace up from eating her bunny.)
He is really the best big brother ever.
Awwww. I love good sibling stories. (Guess why!)
:)