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.
Advertisements
