While picking Bacchus up at daycare today, one of the one year olds toddled over to me, holding his little arms up. I couldn't resist, so I picked him up, marveling at how light he felt compared to our big boy. I was focused on the fact that Dane appeared to have a poopy diaper, when the sitter said, "Uh-oh...look at that face!". I looked over at Bacchus, who was staring at me, open-mouthed. He jumped up, ran over, and started tugging at my pant leg, as if to say, "Hey, mom! You picked up the wrong kid!"
I quickly surrendered Dane to have his diaper changed, and Bacchus and I headed for home.