I’m feeding the Baby honey toast which he apparently seems to enjoy. The Brat is enjoying watching him, probably because it gives her an excuse to not drink up her milk! She says, “he loves it”.
Me: “When you were younger, you used to love it too. Now you don’t. Why?”
Brat: “Because things change, papa, as you grow!”
Brat to me (a little later, pointing at the Baby): “How old was I when he hatched out of mummy?”