Like father, like...?

He held her awkwardly while she wiggled in the warm water.
He didn't do this enough. He tried to be a hands-on Dad, knew he should try harder.
“There we go,” he mumbled soothingly. “All done.” She cooed through a toothless, radiant smile.
He dried her, idly counting her toes.
“1,” he said. “2. 3. 4. 5…”
He looked down at his fingers.
“6,” he said, faintly. “7…”
“Everything OK?” said his wife, looking in.
“Uh… how long has our daughter had 14 toes?” he said. “And a tail?”
She smiled thinly. “Well. They say it skips a generation.”