Stage One: I LOVE my brother, what is he doing? "Why is he doing that? Look at his tiny feet! These are his tiny ears Mommy!"
Stage Two: Can I squeeze his head? Can I poke his eyes? What if I pat him just a little too hard....people will just think I am being sooo sweet. Until they get a look at the mischief in my eyes.
Stage Three: And he is done. Something else has caught his eye and he is off. Luckily my sister was there to catch James as he rolled him off his lap.