the world of everett, the archives

Here's how the conversation about Truman goes.

Everett "Can I pet her?"

mama "Of course, you can pet him."

Everett pets Truman's head so softly

Everett "Can I give her a little hug?"

mama "Yes, you can hug Truman."

Everett gently puts his arms around Truman as he sits breastfeeding

Everett "But can I give her a little kiss?"

mama "Yes, you can give him a kiss."

Everett kisses whatever part of Truman is nearest him

How can you not weep big tears over that? And then, Everett jumps on the couch, barely missing landing on his tiny baby brother with all the weight of his 43-and-then-some pounds.