Lucy immediately regales to mama her morning as mama takes the seat next to her, leaving you to take the seat next to mum. Undoing you jacket a bit and taking off your helmet, you wince slightly as your cold, frosty pigtails touch your bare neck. You can see mum noticed when she tries not to laugh before she gives you a sideways hug.
“Good morning?”
“Um —” you say smartly as you think about it. Squirming happily in your wet nappy, you go with, “Yeah, it was good.” You shrug, not sure you want to admit you troubles, and certainly not with other people about. So, you avoid that topic and regale your own tale about your morning.