Hermann & Mitchell
"Eve," Mitchell answered. Eve echoed him as she struggled in his arms. The older she got, the less she wanted him to hold her. She was a free spirit, much like her father as far as Mitchell was concerned. She preferred to be on her own two feet.
He set her down, instead of trying to fight with her. It just wasn't worth it. The guy seemed tolerant, though Mitchell had found most people were tolerant of a small child. That likely wouldn't hold up when Eve got a little older, but for now, she was cute enough, and young enough, that no one really got upset.
She honed in on the cane, reaching her chubby little baby hands out to touch it. "She's not quite two," Mitchell added, figuring that would be the next question.