There once was a family of swans who was happy and loved to swim in a tiny pond on top of my kitchen table. The dainty baby swan was flanked on either side by the daddy and mommy swan, always kept close and safe.
The mommy swan, especially, was a lovely sight to behold. I know this to be true because my daughter, the hands behind the molding, told me so. "She looks just like you, Mommy."
You don't say.