Juan, baby,
we don’t care what you are.
We care if you are a boy or a girl.
If you come along well and everything is fine.
Even if you like the sauce you want.
Get your leg.
Okay.
My eyes are watering.
Wait for me. Ready?
What if we can’t know?
Oh,
my God.
Okay,
okay.
One, 2, 3.
Valentina.
The girls.
It’s the girl.
Yes.
Another girl.