From the mouth of our wee babe himself...
"I LOVE you Emmie Lyn. I LOVE you." (With big kisses on her head)
"It's OK baby girl. It's OK. I'll feed you."
(Running out to the backyard) "I can't run!!" (Sits down and cries)
(Points to my chest) "Mommy. That one bigger. Have Emmie nurse that one."
Glory.
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