"Oh, he's outside in his chair. Miles is watching him." I raised my eyebrows, but went back to work.
A few minutes passed, then we heard a shriek from outside. Then another shriek.
I headed downstairs to assess the situation. Just as I got to the back door, I met Miles rushing inside.
"Mom! You have to stay in here while I dry off Clay! Go get me a towel."
I was flabbergasted (my grandma uses that word a lot). I tried to continue outside to see just how wet Clay was, but Miles blocked me!
Alvin handed him a towel, shrugged his shoulders at me, and said, "Miles wants to do it himself. Just let him." Defeated again.
Well, Miles "dried off" Clay, but the baby was still sopping when we finally got to him. But not crying - what a good sport of a little brother.