Out of the mouth of babes..
The four of us were out to lunch today at Uno's. I helped Big Bro with his pizza, while Big Daddy ate his own pizza and gave Lil Bro a bottle. Poor little bro, he finished his bottle and kept reaching for the pizza on the table. He licked his lips, looking earnestly at the food and at us.
I said "poor babe", giving my little six month old some sympathy that he couldn't partake in the deep dish goodness. He looked back at me and repeated what sounded like "p bib". My heart melted...