Today Zoë was wrapped up in a blanket and lying on the couch. She likes to get cozy like that and wait for people to say, "Where's Zoë?" Anyway, this time, Ike found her and climbed up on top of her and sat his eighteen-month-old bottom on her and drank his bottle.
Zoë was outraged and started calling for help. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, "Ikey's sitting on me."
I said, "But he has a little bottom."
She said, "But he's very, very heavy."
To which I replied: "He ain't heavy, he's your brother."
I was the only one smiling, but I was really, really pleased with myself.