"Uh. Yeah," Eros says, in an attempt at offhandedness, as the little girl wriggles in his arms. "Well, you know, she's like you in a lot of ways actually. Kid throws blocks with pinpoint accuracy, I'm not kidding."

He puts her down, and she takes off - in a much steadier way - across the apartment floor.

"But I suppose that's how it works. Kids tend to get a lot of things... looks, personalities, nicknames... from their mothers."