what big brothers are for....

Clara was crying while I was holding her.
Peter stopped playing and came from the playroom to check on her.

P: "Maybe she's hungry."
Me: "Nope, I just fed her."
P: "Well, maybe she needs a diaper change."
Me: "No, I just did that, too."
P: "Well, maybe she needs a big brudder."

Awww....

(and he was right...she stopped crying when he came out!)