Gently, Camila removed the dirty diaper, placing it aside as she cleaned the baby's bottom. The relief saw an end to his crying.

Camila then turned to preparing formula milk.

The tranquility was shattered by the baby's wails once more.

Bottle in hand, Camila turned around to witness Joe gnawing on the baby's feet.

Cradling her younger son, she admonished, “How could you bite your brother?"

Joe replied, "He's not wearing socks."

What?

Camila couldn't comprehend.

A glance at the baby's feet solved the mystery. Only one foot was encased in a sock.

"He keeps squirming," Joe replied softly.

Realization dawned on Camila who then asked, "Would you like to assist in putting on his socks?"

Joe affirmed with a nod.

"Your little brother is too young to understand things just yet."

Joe blinked in puzzlement.

Patting his head, Camila continued, “From here on, you'll have to protect your little brother."

Joe grinned.

“He's my little brother."

Camila, with Joe on her lap, handed over the feeding bottle.

“Could you feed your brother?"

Joe complied with enthusiasm.