Dean and I have a one-year-old daughter named Mary Heather who is named for both Dean's mom and my mom.

Mary Heather has my straight dark brown hair and Dean's green eyes; she looks like she is going to be tall like her daddy. Mary Heather has not said her first word yet.

Sam has been trying to get her to say Sam first. Dean has been trying to get her to say Dada; and, I have been trying to get her to say Mama.

I put Mary Heather into her highchair. I ask, "Dean and Sam, do y'all want pie?" Both say in unison, "Of course we do, Holly." I laugh.

A moment later, I heard a small voice say "Pie." I whip my head around and Dean looks so proud that Mary Heather's first word is pie. I snort laugh and say, "She is definitely a Winchester." Sam chuckles. Dean says, "Damn right."