Little Tommy was dozing off when he was brought home, but once he got home he was full of energy, demanding to see his sister. "Where's my sweet-smelling big sister?" he asked.
The little girl was awake, and as long as she was awake, she needed to be held; otherwise, she would start to cry.
Tommy climbed up on the sofa, tugged on Mommy's arm to see his sister. As he looked at her, he suddenly turned serious and gazed at Victor, "Daddy, did you switch my sister? How is she looking good now?"
Tommy was very serious, with a touch of anger.
Victor didn't intend to respond to his son's somewhat silly question and noted that Benny didn't seem to share the same doubt.
Tommy saw his daddy hadn't answered him and grew even angrier, "Daddy, it's wrong for you to do this. Even if my sister isn't good-looking, she's still my sister. I'll earn money for her plastic surgery!"
Polly, holding her daughter, paused, and the little girl began to cry out loud.
She didn't need plastic surgery.
