“Come here, baby girl! How’s my little…ummm…baby…which one is this?”
“That’s Cienna, hon,” she said flatly.
“Hey! How am I supposed to know which one is which? They didn’t come with name tags.”
“You just have to know. A mother always knows her children.”
“And, what…fathers are just dumb?”
“You said it, not me. I’m going to take a nap.”
“Please. I know who my babies are. I was just testing her, CiCi!
“Both of you are just too precious. You know…I’ve always wanted a little girl…and now I have two! Isn’t that something? I am the luckiest guy in the world.”