If she didn't bear a striking resemblance to me and if I hadn't seen her physically come out of my vagina I would wonder sometimes if Chou Chou is even my daughter.
Case in point: She likes to clean. A lot. Scrubbing, wiping, sweeping, you name it, she loves it.
Point two: She doesn't like messy clothes or schmutz on her hands, belly or arms. She points and says "Yucky" and then wants a cloth to wipe her hands.
Of course, she does shriek at the top of her lungs constantly, loves animals so much she hurts them with her squeezes and requires constant entertaining.
So maybe she is mine, after all.