"For what, bud?"
"For my brother Jake."
Somehow I kept the car on the road through my misty eyes.
Sam decided Jake is ready for a Giraffe of his very own. I was shocked to see Sam put Giraffe in the swing and say "there you go Jake." As soon as he did it though, he looked a little freaked out. He looked at me and said "That's Sam's Jaff. I take it back okay? I give him binky."
Since then he's been insisting that I take a little stuffed tiger along every time I pick his little brother up.