Little Mother

Ainsley is my little miniature mother.  She is great at it.  Super caring, kind, loving, and always looking for opportunities to take care of Will.  If he cries or gets hurt, she takes off running and shortly returns with his stuffed Giraffe.  99% of the time, Will loves her and her attentiveness.  (In all seriousness, this might be one of the hardest adjustments for him with the new baby... a shift of her attention.)

Earlier this week I was watching the kids playing on the trampoline with the sprinkler underneath.  They were having a grand time.  Will was slowly losing his britches.  I asked him to pull them up but he was not having any success.  Ainsley quickly came to the rescue.  She gave those swim trunks a couple of strong two-handed tugs and ah... success. 

Will was not pleased.  As she walked away, he turned and followed her and gave her swimsuit (from the bum cheeks) a good strong two-handed pull... up.  She was shocked and wondered what was going on until she turned around and saw his angry face.  She started chuckling (hilarious that she understood).  I was dying of laughter.  So stinking funny!