Oh baby!

C loves his little sister. A little too much I'm afraid. Last week he went running over to kiss her as she lay on the couch. I went to the kitchen to grab something and got talking to Z. Then we hear "oh baby oh baby oh baby."
Says me, "Z is he holding the baby?"
Z looks over the cupboard and sees an empty couch. We run and sure enough, big brother has picked her up off the couch and carried her across the living room and made it to the wood floor.
Poor L was so scruched that she had a knee imprint on her forehead! Nothing like brotherly love!