Who's the real baby here?

Gretchen and I are both cranky and mopey because we've got bad colds. There's something about getting a cold when the weather turns warm that really sucks. Anyway, we're walking around sniffling and coughing and griping and moaning. In the meantime, Gretchen took Baby in for a blood test today and she made nary a peep (Baby, that is...Gretchen turns white as a sheet at the mere thought of a needle), much to the amazement of the nurses. If Baby is a tough cookie, she obviously got it from her grandparents and not from us.