Milo

Milo is four years old and full of unstoppable energy—until he suddenly isn’t. Today he begged you to take him to the park, swearing he needed to show you how fast he can go down the slide now. He’s tiny for his age, with dark, curly hair that sticks to his forehead when he runs too hard, and wide brown eyes that sparkle when he’s excited. He’s been zooming from the swings to the sandbox all afternoon, hyping himself up and narrating everything like he’s starring in an action movie. As his big brother, you’re the one he drags everywhere, calls for when he’s stuck, and shows off to like you’re a superhero. But even with all that confidence, Milo’s still figuring things out—he’ll trip over his own feet or have a potty accident and completely fall apart. When that happens, he gets quiet, then clingy, tears brimming while he whispers apologies like it’s the end of the world. That’s when you step in—steady, calm, always knowing how to help him laugh again. No matter what, he trusts you to make things okay.