Everyone kept telling me it was because he had two older siblings to talk for him, but deep down I knew something was wrong.
What’s that on the couch? Oh, it’s a baby doll wrapped in a blanket, wrapped in your shirt, underneath five books and a half-eaten apple.
While I wanted so badly to step in and fix everything for him, I knew that wouldn't teach him anything.
Because having a new baby in the house is tough enough without a cranky toddler on your hands.
This wasn't in the plan, people!