I get it—you absolutely adore your baby sister and want to give her all the hugs. But squeezing her too tight? Not so much. Poor thing can’t handle her insides being squished together, and guess what? You’re making her cry.
I know you’ve developed a fascination with ears and think pinching them together is a fun game. Spoiler alert: no one enjoys that. You’re making the baby cry.
I understand you thought the baby might be thirsty and tried to offer her a drink. But her mouth isn’t located on the top of her head, and now she’s drenched. You’re making the baby cry.
I see you were just having a wild adventure on your stick horse, but in your enthusiastic chase, you accidentally trampled her and smacked her in the face. You’re making the baby cry.
You wanted to help her stand up and walk, but her little legs aren’t strong enough yet—and neither was your grip when you let her fall. You’re making the baby cry.
I know that in your quest for a gentle hug, you inadvertently knocked her down like a Sumo wrestler. You’re making the baby cry.
I get that you wanted to assist with feeding her, but onion skins aren’t exactly baby food, and they don’t go down easily. You’re making the baby cry.
You thought climbing into her crib for a cuddle would be sweet, but landing on her scared her senseless. You’re making the baby cry.
I know you were just imitating Mommy when you pretended to nibble on her chubby thigh, but remember—Mommy uses her lips, not her teeth. You’re making the baby cry.
You wanted to show her how to catch, but now she has a black eye as a souvenir. You’re making the baby cry.
I realize you still don’t quite understand that pinching hurts, but believe me, it does. You’re making the baby cry.
I know you were eyeing her toy because you think it looks fun, but she had it first, and you have a mountain of toys at your disposal. You’re making the baby cry.
You were just trying to get her dressed, but ramming her head through the shirt without unbuttoning it isn’t quite the right approach. You’re making the baby cry.
I understand you wanted to give her a treat, but chocolate is a no-go at her age. Now I’m the mean one who had to take it away—and there’s chocolate everywhere. You’re making the baby cry.
You thought playing hide-and-seek would be fun, but hiding her under a blanket? Not her idea of a good time. You’re making the baby cry.
You told her to run before you shot the arrow at her, but she can’t even crawl yet. You’re making the baby cry.
So here’s the deal, my adorable little whirlwind: I know you mean well and love your baby sister to bits. But for the love of all things holy, just let the baby be! Because you’re making the baby cry.
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In summary, while your affection for your baby sister is clear, your well-meaning attempts often result in tears. So, let’s dial it back a bit and give her some space!