Oh, Henry!

So, today, my two-year old tried to nurse his baby brother.

One minute, they were snuggling on the couch - tummy to tummy, James nuzzling his face into Henry's neck. The next minute, Henry has his shirt up saying, "Want some milk, Little Bruwwa? Please drink some of my milk..."

We knew something along these lines was bound to happen, and it was just as precious and hilarious as we thought it would be. Jared and I have been snickering about it all day. I especially loved the "please drink" part...Mr. Perceptive has clearly picked up on his Mama pleading with James through his nursing strike this week (two teeth in seven days will do that to a baby, I've learned x 2).