"Can you say 'papa'? 'Paaapaaa'."
Haruka pulled a tiny sock over a tiny foot and tried convincing herself the happy burbles might, in some language somewhere, mean "papa".
"'Papa'," Haruka repeated.
"Mama!" Hotaru squealed.
"You're corrupting our child," Haruka said, slipping a t-shirt over Hotaru's head.
"'Tenoh #1'," Michiru read on the shirt. "I'm the bad influence?"
Haruka gently lifted Hotaru out of the crib. "I need all the advantage I can get."
"Mama!" Hotaru said again. Michiru plucked her from Haruka's arms without hesitation.
Haruka tried to frown, but could only smile more. "Maybe I need custom socks, too."