He stacked the pillows carefully, then used his pillow mountain to climb up to peer over the side of the crib. The baby was sleeping again. His mother had told him that new babies slept a lot, but he wished the baby would wake up and play with him.
He leaned over to touch the baby's hair. The wisps of cinnamon curls, touched by a sheen of gold, were softer than anything he'd ever felt.
"What are you doing up there, Merry?"
Merry startled, nearly losing his grip, then turned to look at his aunt. "Saying hello to Pippin."