He holds Caspian up a little, meeting solemn blue eyes with smiling gray ones, though he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, my lad. My advice to you is to listen to your parents. They have some experience with this sort of thing."

Tucking the little boy back against his shoulder and bouncing him gently, he looks over at Amy. "Good lord, yes, the poor boy. Where is he, anyway? In a different nursery?"