Brotherly Love

In order for Samantha's body to digest fats, we have to feed her pancreatic enzymes before each meal. They are only made in capsule form, so we open them up and pour the contents into yogurt. She rarely eats an entire serving of yogurt (because she has to do this 3-5 times a day), but she never refuses the 2-3 bites it takes to consume her enzymes. I guess there's a first for everything.

Yesterday, she was in a particularly independent mood and decided she did not want her enzymes. She kept saying "I want something to eat", which means "I want something ELSE to eat." I kept explaining she could eat something else after she eats her enzymes. Well, after stupidly having this exchange about 3 times, I finally said, "Samantha, when you're ready to take your enzymes, let me know." I went into the next room to distract myself from the cries.

Then I heard the most precious thing. Timothy, in the sweetest, lightest voice ever said, "Sam, you have to take your enzymes. Mom just wants you to eat your enzymes, and then you can have something else." Samantha immediately stopped the waterworks and quickly responded, "Okay". The words were all the same, but this time it was coming from her beloved brother. I wish he could swoop in during every 2-yr old meltdown she's having these days!