“You really don’t remember? I’ve called you that since you were about six and you were obsessed with The Powerpuff Girls.” Her cheeks turn bright red. “You’re kidding me, right? You named me after the most violent one of the three? I don’t have a violent bone in my body. I’m clearly Bubbles.” I smile at her outrage. “Buttercup is also the bravest and the most headstrong, baby,” I say, pacifying her.
