“You okay?” Catherine asked.
I got out of my own head. “Yeah. I’m fine. Just feeling the aftershocks.”
Catherine sat on the couch with me, my feet in her lap while she played with her phone. Wistfully I weighed whether the lingering discomfort was worth standing up again and making another trip to the toilet, or whether I could ignore it and just space out while Michelle’s shows droned on.
“Go poop.” Catherine didn’t even look up from her phone. Damn, she knew me well.
I rolled my eyes. “Yes, Mommy.”
I got a smack on my shins for that. “Don’t even joke about that.” Her tone was flat, but I could tell I was just about over the line.
Ollie chose just that moment to toddle over to the couch and lovingly plop his entire head right on my belly.