April 24, 2003
In the poem, the bear and tiger get along well, and that’s true in real life. My daughter adores her baby brother and asks to hold him and hug him all the time. She is quite protective of him; whenever he cries she begs us to pick him up right away and get him some milk, or she’ll run and stick a pacifier in his mouth. Parents are always concerned that the second baby won’t be accepted by the first child. I think that only happens when the first child can’t see that the parents’ hearts have doubled in size.