The Unmatched Innocence of
The room falls silent. Daddy looks shocked, his face pale, and Mummy’s eyes widen in disbelief.
“Excuse me?” Mummy finally says, her voice trembling between anger and panic.
The little girl innocently repeats, “You know, like you and Uncle Jack did when Daddy was in Vancouver. I saw it through the keyhole that time, too.”
Daddy raises an eyebrow and smirks, suddenly looking less guilty. “Oh, really, Mummy?” he says, crossing his arms.
Mummy stammers, “I-I think you must have misunderstood, sweetie.”
The little girl shakes her head with confidence. “Nope! It looked just the same. But Uncle Jack is way funnier—he made silly faces while you two were on the bed!”
Daddy tries to hold back a laugh, while Mummy’s face turns crimson. “That’s enough bedtime stories for tonight!” she snaps, ushering the little girl toward her room.
As the little girl skips away, Daddy turns to Mummy with a sly grin. “Attorney in the morning, huh?”
Mummy glares at him and mutters, “Don’t push your luck.”
