Babysitting

I don't think I've ever seen Bear touch a doll in his short little life. Except maybe to torture it, or his sisters who might happen to be playing with it.

That is, until this morning. Bear brought Daphne's baby in to me and told me he needed help changing her clothes and diaper (because she had "pooped and made a mess!")Stifling a giggle, I obliged. He left my room and I creeped after him, my camera at the ready. I snapped a few photos and afterwards asked him what he was up to. He told me that Daphne had tasked him with "babysitting" while she was at school.

He takes his job very seriously.