Amelia has moments of jealousy over not being the little sibling - mostly when it comes to being carried, coddled, cuddled. Which is amusing largely because she has made a point of resistance since infancy to carrying, coddling, and cuddling. Sometimes it takes a little sibling to open you up to new experiences - whether it's playing with trucks, kicking a soccer ball, or seeking out hugs!
She asked nicely if I could carry her back to the car after swimming as she only had light pajamas on and she was cold. I was carrying Oliver, but looked at her little face and said "Okay, after we cross the street I'll carry you for the last block before the car."
As I swung her up to carry her, we had this exchange:
Amelia: Do I feel light?
Me: Yes, actually, you do. [Thinking this would be way over her head] Probably because you're lighter per inch.
Amelia: [immediately] That's just because I'm skinnier than Oliver. Look at him [coos] - he's like a big chunk of cheese. I'm like a string cheese stick.
She asked nicely if I could carry her back to the car after swimming as she only had light pajamas on and she was cold. I was carrying Oliver, but looked at her little face and said "Okay, after we cross the street I'll carry you for the last block before the car."
As I swung her up to carry her, we had this exchange:
Amelia: Do I feel light?
Me: Yes, actually, you do. [Thinking this would be way over her head] Probably because you're lighter per inch.
Amelia: [immediately] That's just because I'm skinnier than Oliver. Look at him [coos] - he's like a big chunk of cheese. I'm like a string cheese stick.
2 comments:
That's a pretty apt comparison, and quite...mature, in a way! What I'm wondering, though, is whether those long legs of hers were dragging the ground!
FYI, I recently decided that cheese is, far and away, my favorite food ever. Amelia strikes me as having a bit more of an edge than string cheese.
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