After an uneventful elevator ride (still wiggling and waving your pudgy arms and legs on occasion), mommy strolls off the elevator with you.
"Hey. This is my job." you say, only hearing a long, high-pitched coo instead. As you roll helplessly by the cubicles, you stop at the one that used to be yous, though now a familiar man occupied it.
"Dad?" you ask ("Da-daaaaaa?"), seeing your father, now looking much younger than you remember. Upon hearing his baby girl, he turns from his computer monitor, smiling.
"How are my two girls?" he asked with a smile, tickling your chin, getting a cute, gurgling little chuckle from you.
"She's been nice for me all morning." you hear mommy say. "We just wanted to say hi to say on her birthday." she added, giving her husband a peck on the cheek.
"Well thank you, babe. Be sure to spoil our little girl all day long." he cooed, giving your head a gentle pat (as you noticed you're wearing a snug baby bonnet tied comfy beneath your chin).
"I'm... I'm really enjoying this." you say to yourself, mumbling as bubbles stretched sloppily from your lips. You feel so cared for, so safe and content. This had to be the best gift someone could ever give you.
Just then, however...