Zahara and Stephie rushed downstairs, seeking out Mia. Mia was in the living room with Biff, who was now a fifteen month old girl that resembled her mother and older sister closely.
"Mommy, can we give Bibi to Zahara and her mommy?" Stephi asked. "I wanna spend more time with you and Zahara said it was okay."
The request was so remarkably childlike that Mia couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I don't know, I sort of like Bibi..." she said. The girl that used to be Biff was actually named Barbara McKay now, but everyone simply called the toddler Bibi.
"Please?" Stephie pleaded.
"I'll make sure my mom takes really good care of her," Zahara said.
Mia looked over at Bibi, who was thankfully was unable to comprehend what was going on. "Well... I don't know. Maybe we should talk to your mom, Zahara. She's right in the kitchen with Stephie's aunt."
The two girls nodded, rushing into the kitchen area. Mia scooped up Bibi and followed, her face the picture of parental amusement.
