How much he loves his sister...

Today John Paul wanted to hold Gianna. I knew she was getting hungry but let him hold her for a second anyways. Sure enough, she began to fuss.

"Let me feed her for a minute and then you can hold her," I said.

"John Paul eat, John Paul eat," he says while lifting his shirt.

Of course, he didn't mean for him to eat; he was really thinking, "John Paul feed."

"No sweetie. Mommy has milk for Gianna not John Paul."

He looks sadly at his tummy and chest. Then he begins to search...finding no place to feed Gianna. He settles for the belly button and once again says "John Paul eat."