One day in April, Noah, Zay, Connor and I were driving somewhere. Connor was about 3 months old and fussy so I gave Noah a bottle to feed him.
This was a new assignment for Noah and I told him to make sure he held the bottle up so that there wasn't any air in the nipple, just milk.
Noah was super sweet and did a great job. Connor was happy and eating.
A few minutes later a very sweet and concerned Noah asked me "Auntie, why don't you want Connor to breathe?"
I could tell he had been thinking really hard trying to figure out why I didn't want any air to go into Connor's mouth.
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