*raises an eyebrow and looks back at you, rather challengingly* Whether she has inherited your perfection or your seeming perfection or your imagined perfection remains to be seen.
She has given me less sleepless nights, of course, but she is only seven days old, for all that she was eight months in the making so maybe we should give her a chance. *gazes down at her child* She generally seems happy to see me, although she cannot yet recognise human faces. I don't know, Turco, she is already rising above the odds.