That sounds delicious. You’re surprised though when mum lifts you off mama’s lap and sets you besides mama. Mum then starts unbuckling your ski boots for you, and after some jiggling to get your feet out of the tight boots, helps you put your shoes on.
“Hmm,” hums mum as you climb the stairs with her, holding her hand. “I was beginning to wonder…” she says, trailing off.
Blushing, you realise she’s talking about your messy nappy. Mum glances back at mama. You don’t look back, a bit too embarrassed, but you hear mama quietly laugh.
“Well, someone chose between one last run for the day, or the potty.”
Mum laughs.