Noah was feeling overwhelmed today and came into the kitchen while I was making dinner. Madison likes to sit in our cupboards while I’m cooking. She comes out to help stir or set the table but the rest of the time she makes a little room out of two cupboard doors (you can see her set up in the picture I put up in the post before this one) and — well, I’m not sure what she does in there. She used to peel both onions and the labels off of cans but things seem intact these days. I’ve found baby dolls and board books in there and sometimes the canned goods seem sorted by size.

Anyway, Noah started to cry and I was giving him a hug when Madison poked her head out of her little cubby hole and said, “Noah, when you cry you sound like a pigeon.”

It cheered him right up.

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