You squirm pleasurably in mama’s lap.
“And you’re really pretty mama,” you reply.
“Ooh — you think so?”
How could that ever be in question, you wonder.
“Of course.”
Mama laughs. “And what about mum?”
You nod resolutely.
“Yep, mum is really pretty too.”
Mama makes an agreeable noise. “Yep, I have a very pretty wife.”
You sit comfortably in mama’s lap for several minutes before mum appears with yours and mama’s shoes.
“Mum!” you call out.
Mum smiles at both of you.
“Lucy’s asleep on the couch,” mum tells mama.
“I’m not surprised — I am surprised it’s not two daughters, however.”
Mum laughs
“You had a good day, sweetie?”
“Yep!” you say with a nod.
“Well, we’ve got spaghetti for dinner, so how about we get your shoes on so we can get on home?”