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Normally, when I get a call from home that begins with “Simon almost made me cry…,” I expect the worst. 99% of the time Simon is a really good kid; we can’t really complain. But that other 1% is enough to push us to the edge, and it can be especially hard on his mom, who stays home with him and his sister every day. A two-year-old can be difficult to deal with, but a two-year-old and a one-and-a-half-month-old together… Let’s just say I do my best to worship every day at the Shrine of the Supermom.

But today when Angie’s call started out that way, it was something different. Seems our little boy had picked up his Cabbage Patch baby and was “feeding” her with the bottle and generally doting on his little girl. Then he took it that extra step and climbed up in the rocking chair, lying her over his shoulder and soothing her with a “shhhhhhh.” I think it would have made me, cry, too.

Of course, his next step was to try and pull off the doll’s shirt so he could see her belly button, but hey — he’s only two.