Last saturday morning I heard a scream followed by a cry and a few moments later Dad was upstairs holding Molly and Jackson trailing not too far behind.
Dad let me know how Molly had fallen and busted her lip open. As soon as she was in arms reach she leaned towards me, poor baby, so sad and crying. I snuggled and hugged her sweet self, her legs dangling by my waist. Jackson walked up and started kissing her calves and feet, which were right at his face level. In his sweet high-pitched voice, started encouraging and consoling her by saying "You awe such a tough baby, Biddy. Poor Biddy (kiss kiss) You be okay."
Molly lifted her little tear-streaked face off my chest, looked down at him and nodded.
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