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Big brother love.

Saturday morning waffles. (Cub, 3.  Pup, 1)

Pup, sitting at the breakfast table, whining loudly.

Cub, pressing the waffles in the machine: Hold on, Pup!  Waffle’s almost ready.

JE: The first one’s for Pup?

Cub, in a whisper: Yes.

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