The other day kiff and I were biking through tri-bell park when we crossed paths with a mother pushing her toddler in a stroller.
The kid was holding two of those naked baby dolls (one under each arm) with painted-on hair and eyes that blink when you shake them. One of the dolls dropped out of the stroller and we stopped our bikes so that she could pick it up.
The kid stared at me the way little kids stare at people on bikes: "What is your doll's name?"
The mother answered: "We just got her the second one because she loves these dolls. She calls them 'old baby' and 'new baby'".
Ever since then, I have been referring to everything as either old baby or new baby. It cracks me up to no end.