She grabs a pair of my underwear. "shirt...Bradie's...mine"
"No, those are mommy's underwear."
She then steps into them and pulls them up to her chest, "booboos, booboos"
"Oh is that your bra, Bradie?"
She nods her head. Bradie then grabs her smallest of the Georges and holds him horizontally across her chest.
I can hear her cooing very quietly.
I say in a hushed tone, "Bradie, are feeding the baby?"
She nods again, smacks her lips and says "sips, sips".