Conversation in the car the other day:
JJ: What’s The Peanut drinking?
JJ: No, no. What’s in her sippy cup?
JJ: (Voice quivering) But she’s a baby! Babies nurse, they don’t drink milk from a cup!
Me: Oh! Well, she still nurses, but now she can drink milk from a cup, too. She’s a big girl now.
JJ: (Bursts into tears)
Me: What’s the matter?
JJ: (Sobbing) But she can’t be a big girl! She’s my baby! I need her to be my baby!
Me: Oh, honey. You know what? The Peanut will always be your baby. Even when she’s grown up, she’ll still be your baby sister.
Overheard later that day:
JJ: Peanut, I love you.
JJ: You’re my sweet baby. And you know what? You’ll always be my baby.