The taunting begins

John, Nathan and I were on our way home from daycare. John became upset because he wanted to be picked up in Daddy's truck. Monday's tend to be long as John is over tired from the weekend, and he continued to cry. As I am trying to convince him to stop, I hear Nathan singing. And then I realize it is more of a chant . . ."John is the baby. John is the baby. John is the baby." As you can probably guess that didn't help the situation and John was not happy about it at all. All Nathan did was smirk. I'm guessing this is only the beginning!