My 3-year-old daughter occasionally out-mothers her mother. She loves (most of the time, anyway) to play with her little brother.
Last night, she decided to babysit him. I walked into the room to this:
The baby seemed perfectly content to be buried in toys (of which we have far too many) and play while his big sister looked on fondly.
Yes, someone is going to have to clean up this mess: probably me. But I will take this instance of pure love and caring between the two any day.
She really is a good big sister.
The Mischief of Minions 
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