Pretty green eyes gleamed into her papa's; a toothless smile filled her face.
Papa cooed, lifting the soft cloth from the warm water and stroking the delicate skin. Baby Girl gurgled back happily, waving her arms in that jerky way of emotional infants.
"Who's my little girl, then?" Papa said. "Who has Mama's gorgeous eyes, too?"
Mama stepped up to the open bathroom door, smoothing down her nightgown. Baby Girl smacked her hand into the water, splashing Papa's face, making him grimace.
Smiles remained on all their faces.
"And who has Papa's troublemaking ways?" Mama asked, handing him a towel.
