[INT] Kitchen. Cleaning up after breakfast baby is in the high chair and demands ice imperially. Ice. Not ice cream.
Baby: Iiiiiceee!
Wife: Oi don’t shout at me, I carried you for nine months.
Me: Oh the drama. I carried her for decades first.
Wife: hmf! (Makes a face)
Me: And about 14 trillion others, all my life. You don’t hear me complaining about a few months.
Wife: And that is a terrifying prospect! The potential exists! (for many more of my partial clones)
Apparently our youngest princess has the noble blood I carry and naturally demands instant obedience.
