“I didn’t realize babies come with hats. You guys crack me up. You don’t have jobs. You can’t walk or speak the language. You don’t have a dollar in your pockets but you got yourselves a hat so everything’s fine. I don’t want to alarm you or anything, but I’m Dad. And for you, son — for you — this will be the last time I pass the buck, but I think it should be clear from the get-go that it was Mom who named you Huckleberry. I guess she was feeling like life doesn’t present enough challenges to overcome on its own. And, honey, you’ve got a name now, too,” he says turning to his daughter.

“Your mom and I named you after an incredibly brave… woman; really not all that much older than you. Your name is Molly. Huck and Molly. So, what do I do? Well, you’re going to need food and clothes and doctors and dentists and there’s that. And should you have any questions along the way…”