At 2 am, I was awoken by crying and went into the twins’ room. When I walked in, I smelled what woke Will up. Will was lying on his stomach, crying.
“Did you go poop?” I asked.
“Kiss!” He sobbed, “Kiss! Kiss!”
“You want a kiss?”
“Kiss bru-der! Kiss bru-der!” He sobbed.
“You want to kiss your brother?”
“Yeah,” he cried.
I picked him up and carried him across the room to Reid’s crib, where Reid was waiting for us, arms stretched wide. They embraced and touched cheeks.
As I changed Will’s diaper, he lay on the floor, rubbing his eyes and repeating, “Kiss! Kiss bru-der! Kiss bruder! Kiss!”
After the diaper change, I took him back to Reid, who was standing in his crib waiting for us.
“Kiss!” Reid said.
They kissed (which in the middle of the night involved tapping their pacifiers together).
“Do you want to take your suckers out for kissing?” I asked.
“No!” Will said, guarding his pacifier and pointing at his bed.
After the kiss, Reid immediately curled up to go back to sleep. I laid Will in his crib, where he closed his eyes with a smile.
The love of brothers…