"Good morning, Jorai!"

"Hello!"

"I'm Jasie."

"I know who you are, silly. You sat on my head for eight months."

"Is that why you kept hitting my butt?"

"Yep. I was trying to get you off my head!"

"You know, I did finally flip over."

"Yeah, like two days before we were born."

"I'm sorry, Jorie. Can we still be friends?"
"Um, sure. Can you take your fist off my neck first?"

"Oh, sorry. That was supposed to be a love-pat. I'm not too coordinated yet."

"Oops! Neither am I!"

"That's OK, Jorie! Now we're even."

"Thanks, Jasie. But....waaaah! I want Mommy!"

"Hee hee. Jorie, you look funny when you cry!"

"Not funny, Jasie. Waaaah! I want my Mommy!

"I want my Mommy, too!"

"Ok, let's do what we always do. Let's cry together!"

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!