The Bubby was laying back on our bed while we got ready to watch the Brumbies play in the final at the club - The Toddler was going to hang out with Nanny and The Bubby was going to come with us.
The Bubby had just fed (an hour ealier than I expected) and was tired and whingey. When I am home alone and getting ready, there are times that she is just left to cry. It's never long, and it's never on the odd occassion that she actually gets distressed, but just at times when things need to be done.
The Husband came in to pick her up, and she stopped straight away. In typical fashion, he wasn't ready yet and it was dangerously near the time that we were meant to be arriving at his parents house, so I gave him the hustle-hustle and he put her back down.
And she started whinging again.
And then The Toddler came in, sat on the bed next to her and stroked her hair, telling her it was okay.
And The Bubby stopped whinging. And started laughing.
I do hope these moments continue well into the time they are both able to remember. They clearly adore each other.
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