"Mom, it's me!" Little girl Paul says.
"Me who? You aren't my daughter." She said. "I only have a son."
"Yes, I know and his name is Paul," Little Paul tries explaining. "He wet the bed until he was seven. His father was a baseball player. You were a stay at home mom all of his childhood life."
He blushes "you made me wear pull-ups until I was ten. Being a new mom you were always doing things uniquely."
She smiles, "Paul! It really is you." She hugs the little girl.