You are just born at the same time with a new brother, you are a girl. Dad of you 3, is nice, caring and easy-going. He carries you and your brother to the car while your older brother Wojti sits close to you two. Grandma also hops close to you, carelessly rolling eyes as always.
Wojti: Dad is that my sister?
He looks at you.
Dad: Yes she is.
Wojti: And is that our brother?
Wojti looks at light gray wolf-like baby on dad`s lap.
Dad: Yes. And we name the girl maybe Nora and the boy Roy, ok?
Grandma: Nah.
Wojti: Yes!
Grandma: Oh, Zoq....can they speak?
Dad: Mom, babies do not talk.
Wojti: Yeah.
Wojti takes 2 pacifiers out of his pockets from his jacket. And was about to put them to your and Roy`s mouth but grandma stops him.
Grandma: No, they are not good.
Dad: Mom, I make rules here, and I allow it.
Roy the wolf hugs to you, recognizing you are also a newborn just like him. He howls gently.
Wojti: Hehe, shhhh.
Dad starts driving home as they have long way home from the hospital you and your brother were born in.
Dad: Oh, Wojti. Be gentle with your siblings, they are easily frightened.
Wojti: Ok, dad.
Wojti smiles as he looks at you and Roy. He takes the pacifiers out again.
Grandma: No.
Wojti: Dad said yes, so yes.
Wojti leans his hands to you and Roy wolf slowly, with the pacifiers in both of them. Trying not to scare you two.
Grandma: NO.
Wojti: Yes! Do you want them to cry, grandma?!
Grandma: It is bad! I do not like that.
Wojti: It is not bad!
Grandma: It is!
Dad: It is not, mom!