There was a time, not too long ago, in fact, when Chloe's view of small children encompassed keeping "that baby" away from her things. She was frustrated with the inconvenience of it all, and slightly tolerant of the cuteness-until drooling or crying was involved. She's never played with baby dolls-tossing them to the side so she could give her sheepies a ride in the stroller. Until recently. Some sort of switch has seemed to go off in her brain, and a little babysitter has emerged. Full throttle. (Fortunately, I have enough friends with small children to keep her little heart satisfied.) It's a little like being a CEO, and my sweet girl likes to be in charge.
She was left to be "in charge" of her younger cousin today. So they had a foot bath, then pedicure, and finished up with a hand made craft because Annie wanted an owl. Some serious cuteness was going on here.
It's no wonder the littlest cousin kept searching the house this afternoon for his Chloe.