Ga-Ga
"Ga-Ga," said Sam, holding a rattle. The baby ignored her.
"Maybe if you sweet talked it?" Carly suggested hesitantly. She really didn't want to get involved, but her morals got the best of her.
"I ain't sweet talkin' a baby! That's just insane, and wrong. Especially with this baby," replied the blonde, regarding her baby with a disgusted eye.
"It was just a suggestion," Carly said, holding her hands up in mock-surrender. "If you didn't want to take care of him right, then why did you make him a baby?"
"Since when did sweet talking become part of raising a new-born?"
"That is not a new-born, Sam."
"I know that. Oh, do you mean talking nicely to it? Like, being all kind and stuff."
"Yes Sam, I want you to try being nice to him."
"How do I do that?"
"You don't know how to be nice?" Carly asked.
"I do know how to, just not how to be nice to a baby."
"Well then, why are you doing this, with the baby and everything?"
"Oh, I wanted to see if I could look after a child. Apparently I can't," said Sam, angry with herself for failing.
"Do you really think that this is an indication of whether you'll be a good mother someday?"
"Well, you seem to be great at it."
"Then I'll be the mothering parent and you can be the cool-but-hopeless-father-type."
Freddie stared at Carly, wondering why he was still tied up and in a baby's outfit.