There was this little boy, Patrick, at the library today when I took Bria and Zachary for storytime/craft time — and he would NOT. Leave. Bria. Alone.
He was about 15 months old and couldn’t get enough of her. Giving her loves, patting her head, touching her arm, smiling and jabbering and getting in her face, sharing her books.
The whole. Entire. Time.
She was a good sport about it mostly. It was cute until he sat down next to her and grabbed her over into his lap, hugging her and holding her and then grabbing her nose. She’s used to getting mauled by her big brothers, but she didn’t like that.
He was smitten. VERY smitten.
And we’re in trouble.