Hand In Hand, Brothers Unite

"Fin, here....are you hungry?  Do you want some raisin bread?" I ask waving raisin bread at his red, tear streaked face while trying to keep my eyes on the road and my youngest child from making my ears bleed.

"NO! No raisin bread!"  Sobbing, screaming, crying continues.

"Are you thirsty?  Do you need water?" I practically plead with him to take the sippy cup of water from the hand attached to the arm that's bent at a most uncomfortable and awkward angle.

He sits directly behind the driver's seat.

"NO WAAATERRR!"

"Buddy!  I don't know what's going on with you!  It's okay!  We're going to see Daddy!  Aren't you excited to see Daddy?!"

Brief pause.

"Yeah."

And then the wailing continued.

I was trying my best to concentrate on the road but as all parents know...a child crying whilst driving is most unsettling task.

Aha!

I'm brilliant!

Who is his favourite person in the whole wide world besides Mommy and Daddy?

His big brother who happened to be sitting right next to him.

"Adrian...can you please try to get Fin to stop crying honey?  I just don't know what's wrong with him."

And then...the sweetest of voices spoke clearly with love.

"Finley, do you want to hold my hand?"

Oh. My. Heart.

Seriously.  This picture makes me want to weep with love.
And yes, I took this as it happened.  I grabbed my phone and took that
picture without taking nary an eye off the road.
Because I am that talented you guys.  Pure. Talent.

“We came into the world like brother and brother;

And now let's go hand in hand, not one before another.”  William Shakespeare