We set to work taking down our Christmas tree and decorations yesterday evening, and since Hazel can be less than helpful when it comes to tidily packing away small and fragile baubles, we set her up in her high chair in the living room with a little mound of Cheerios to munch on.
Oliver felt an excessive sense of ownership about her snack.
He would occasionally leave his post guarding Hazel's Cheerios from her to wrap up a favorite ornament or two, but mostly he stood guard at the high chair.
Not his shiningest moment, but he eventually pulled it together, strapped on the Christmas spirit and offered his sister a few of her own Cheerios.
Keep up the sharing, giving and loving, friends! Even if it's just a pile of oaty cereal. :)