Good Big Brother

I think Silas is going to be a great big brother. After being home from the hospital for less than 3 hours, Silas had already told me not to cut baby brother with the scissors I was using, told me to give him his milk when he was crying, and also told me not to touch his bonks on his feet (where he got his blood drawn) when I picked him up out of his seat. So he might have the good big brother thing down, but maybe we should work on the bossiness thing...