Frédéric, not being an overly macho-type dad, never made much of a fuss when I bought Benjamin a baby doll for his first birthday.
Benjamin used to love to play with his baby doll.
And before Noah came home from the hospital, Benjamin named the baby doll "Noah" and practiced being nice and gentle with it.
Noah, however, is apparently not quite so tender-hearted as his brother, judging by the scene I found this morning.
When I asked him what happened, he told me "Baby got hurt. Needs a band-aid."
Then after he put his tractors and trucks away in the living room as I asked him today, he informed me that he couldn't put the baby away, because "baby doesn't roll."