They had officially become one of those couples. You know, that couple that talks about their child’s poop habits at the dinner table. Color, shape, density… They didn’t play around when they talked about CeCe’s poop. And when they were not talking about her poop, they were talking about that time when she got her foot halfway into her mouth and gagged herself, or when she had her first taste of mashed peas and spit them out all over Pam’s face (Jim won’t lie, he… really enjoyed that one), or when Jim was giving CeCe a bath and she took the rinse cup and filled it with water and dumped it all over the bathroom floor when Jim wasn’t paying attention (he didn’t enjoy that one so much). CeCe was basically all they talked about anymore. It was getting to the point where even Phyllis would roll her eyes at them at work. But, come on, it wasn’t Jim and Pam’s fault that CeCe was so entertaining. Well, okay, maybe it was their fault, but they couldn’t really help the fact that their delightfulness had rubbed off on their child.

“Delightfulness?” Michael asked. “Really? Ugh, whatever. You think it’s hilarious when she spits up.”

Jim’s eyebrows drew together and he frowned. “Not… really.”

“Yes, you do,” Dwight chimed in. “She spit up on me at the christening and you guys forced her into giving you a high five.”

“Well, now that was a time to celebrate,” Jim said. “I’ve never been more proud of her than I was in that moment.”

Dwight glared at Jim. Jim answered him with a smile and a wink.

That night, while laying CeCe down in her crib, Jim told her, “Don’t worry, CeCe, everyone’s a critic.” He tickled her nose with his finger and she giggled. “At least you know what’s funny.”