"Hey, baby girl, what are you starting to draw there?" Mike inquired of his daughter, Santina, who was busy painting. She ignored him and continued to sketch. So he knelt at her level and stroked her thin hair, which had only recently begun to grow. She was only two years old and very small.

"Wow, that's a really pretty baby," he said, but she completely disregarded him.

"Definitely a mommy's girl," Mike thought to himself, but couldn't help but laugh. Santina is similar to her mother.

His wife walked in with his son, Santi, just as the door opened. He was terrified because Baby Santi looked exactly like him.

Mike...