How to kill a baby

My friend throws something to me, the equivalent of a soccer ball, and I catch it.

It's my head.

It's not my decapitated head or anything. My head is still on my body.

But, now I'm cradling another one in my arms—an exact replica, a clone.

I'm looking down at my own head with confusion.

It's looking back up at me, animated, innocently blinking, wide eye…