Riley's five-year-old cousin, Camden, is her new biggest fan (aside from Scot and I, of course). During our stay with them in North Carolina, Camden spoiled Riley with almost constant attention. He also fed her once, sang to her when she was fussy, "read" books to her, wiped spit-up from her cheeks, brought her toys, and helped me get her dressed. He drew the line at changing diapers, though. Can't say that I blame him. It was almost enough to convince me that Riley needs a big brother. Almost.
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Hey, you could always try for a big brother for Riley, if you were totally convinced.
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