My Mother's Daughter

I am my mother's daughter. Today, I took both kids (and my poor mother-in-law) outside in the cold because it was sunny. Anyway, the little one wasn't a huge fan of something, so she cried. Sometimes when she cries, the boy runs over and says "What's wrong, baby?" right in her face in a loud, high-pitched, sing-song voice. It's hilarious, but less than helpful.

We did finally go back inside-- look at the relief on her face!