"Focus up, this is your moment," Tony instructed Joe as Wicked got out the phone, trying to draw Joe's attention with a new light formed on the end of his finger. That seemed to do the trick. The picture of Tony looked somewhere between skeptical and horrified, though, because he hadn't been informed of the babies' extended family situation. Of all the people to name godfather, that psychopath? And Tony was under the impression that they were a Jewish family, but he might have been remembering the wrong wedding. Wait, Nick was there, being a voice of reason? Tony gave the crown of Joe's head a reassuring pat for what he was clearly enduring at far too young of an age, wondering if maybe it was the same set of poor choices that led to his own array of character defects. Nick had to be a factor there. Maybe it wasn't the right time to admit that.
"Wait, how did we get around to me here?" Tony asked instead, meaning to gesture incredulously but this baby head was really soft. He was under the impression they were talking about other people handing him unrelated babies for photo ops and temporary weight relief. "Is this what you do now, are you a baby missionary, spreading the suburban lifestyle? I gotta say, very convincing literature, but it's pretty weird."