[originaltext]W: Congratulations on your baby girl! How’s the mother doing?M:

W: Congratulations on your baby girl! How’s the mother doing?
M: Thanks, Mary, Helen is doing very well. It was a tough delivery, but she came through it well.
W: That’s great. How big is the bouncing baby girl?
M: Pretty big. It’s eight pounds, ten ounces. She has her mom’s blue eyes, but she certainly inherited her papa’s temper. I don’t think she’s stopped screaming yet.
W: We’re all familiar with the world-renowned Taylor temper. Have you picked a name yet?
M: We haven’t made a final decision yet, but we’ve got it narrowed down to three or four picks.
W: Everybody in the office chipped in to buy something for the birthday girl.
M: Thanks for the kind thoughts. By the way, in keeping with tradition, the new father has to give his friends some big, fat cigarettes. Here you go.
W: A Cuban cigar? I thought that custom went out with the dinosaurs. Smells great.
M: You know, it really feels great being a dad. I really want to share my happiness with my friends.
W: Yeah, this is the same case with a new mother. I remember how good I felt when Steven and I had our first. Well, plans for any more?
M: We really haven’t thought about it. I’m sure I’ll have my hands full handling this one.
W: You’re right. You’ll find your days as boss of the house are numbered.
M: I’d better get over to the hospital to see them. Again, Mary, thanks for the gifts and your greetings.
W: My pleasure. If there’s anything I can do to help, don’t hesitate.