today at the clinic we had a dad bring in his two sons who are six and two. while they were up in the reception area waiting to see the doctor, the dogs next door started barking really loudly and the two year old started to cry.
dad clearly had no idea what to do, just kept making vaguely panicked shushing noises and telling him there was no good reason to be scared because they dogs couldn’t get him, anyway.
and then his older brother plucks him out of the chair and perches him on his hip–mind you this kid isn’t a whole lot bigger than the toddler–and takes him over to the water cooler, pours him a drink, and wipes his tears with his sleeve, all the while whispering about how he’d never let them mean ole dogs get his brother, because they’d have to fight him first.
within just a few minutes, he had his little brother giggling and smiling and he didn’t even get scared again, even when the dog walkers came by the door with like three german shepherds.