"God Becky," Colin snorted as he saw the death by pink room. "Barbie has less pink." It was so her though. Becky had always been such a girly-girl. And the jibe was familiar, a flash of the annoying big brother he'd always been.
He followed Becky to the crib, stopping a bit behind her. He could see just fine by the light of the nightlight and frankly, he had a bad feeling touching the crib would be a bad idea.
"Yeah," he agreed in a near whisper. "She looks just like him."