This time, she rolled her eyes at me, starting to gather her costume up into her arms. “I’m gonna go change now.”
“Aww. does the baby need a new diaper?” I teased. “Did she have an accident?”
“You’re not funny, Hardy har,” she informed me, playing off my last name in an apparent attempt at being humorous herself, while heading to the bathroom. She turned back at the living room door to ask, “Don’t you have some bugs to eat?”
“That was Renfield,” I corrected her retreating form, feeling a bit like the dork she’d accused me of being earlier.