"Good morning, Oliver. Did you sing Happy Birthday to Genevieve yet?" My way of reminding him it's his baby sister's first birthday today.
"Oh! No, I didn't yet." He runs to the dining room where she is in her high chair.
I finish pouring my coffee, and can hear a soft, sweet voice singing a tune in the other room. I revel a little bit in the love of a big brother. I walk out to join them, catching the end of his serenade,
"... and you weigh that much too."
Oh well, big brothers are big brothers.
I can't believe my baby is one.