My mummy says I'm a miracle. My daddy says I'm a special little guy. I am a princess. I am a prince. Mum says I'm an angel sent down from the sky. My daddy says I'm a special little soldier. No one is as bold or tough as me. Have my daddy told you? One day when I'm older, I can be a soldier. Touch you in the face. Take another picture of our pumpkin from this angle over here. I know we wouldn't say this, but she's clearly cuter than her peers. What a dear. Oh, honey, look at mummy. Try not to vomit on your brother. Now smile for mummy. Smile for mother. I think she blinked. Well, take another. Have you seen what he can do? Is that unusual for day two? Is smiling early not a sign of an exceptional IQ? She's just delightful. So intuitive. So insightful. Might he be a little brighter than the norm? I know to say it's a frightful form. Take another picture of our pumpkin from this angle over here. I know my face, and it's plain to be seen. Ever since the day it grew, it's me I've been in. It's been clear, it's been clear, I've got a miracle like me. My mummy says I'm a miracle. The time is shiny and as shiny as a miracle. It can be more cynical, but it's a truth and miracle. There's never been a miracle as actually spectacularly, actually miraculously fabulous a miracle like me. A baby? I'm not having a baby. What on earth gives you that idea? I'm not listening to this. This is quackery. But you're about to give birth. Are you out of your mind? Mrs. Wormwood, you're having a contraction. I'm not having contractions. Contractions are for pregnant women. We're having babies. I'm having a stinking baby. Every life I bring into this world restores my faith in humankind. Each new born life, a canvas yet unpainted. There's still unbroken skin, there are corrupted minds. Every real life is unbelievably unlikely. The chances of existence are most definitely small. The most common thing in life is life. And yet every single life, every new life is a miracle. A miracle. What? A girl. What, you mean my son is a girl? I mean that your daughter is a girl. Yeah, but a bloons doctor. The bloons, they say boy. Mr. Wormwood, your wife has just given birth to a beautiful, healthy, happy little girl. She's perfect. This is fantastic news. Why do bad things always happen to good people? Fine, upstanding citizens like you and me. Why, when we've done nothing wrong, should this disaster come along? It's horrible. Miracle. We're looking poor. Every little stinky thing. With no sign of a winky dink at all. Every little thing is a miracle. Every little thing is a miracle. Every little thing is a miracle. Mmm. We look poor. I always said I'm a miracle. One look at my face and it's clean to see. Ever since the day the rocks on the sea are big and cool. No one's missing me unless I clear for a miracle I'd be. My mummy says I'm a miracle. Since the time it's tiny and shiny, it's a miracle. I'm a miracle. I'm a miracle. I'm a miracle. I'm a miracle. I'm a miracle. I'm a miracle. A miracle. A miracle. A miracle. My mummy says I'm a lousy little worm. My daddy says I'm a bore. My mummy says I'm a jumped up little germ. That kids like me should be against the law. My daddy says I should learn to shut my pie hole. No one likes a smart mouthed girl like me. Mum says I'm a good case for population control. Dad says I should watch more TV.