The room falls into stunned silence. Daddy’s face goes pale, and Mummy’s eyes widen in shock.

“What did you say?” Mummy finally asks, her voice a mix of anger and fear.

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, now looking less worried. “Oh, really, Mummy?” he says, crossing his arms.

Mummy stammers, “I-I think you misunderstood, sweetie.”

The little girl shakes her head confidently. “Nope! It looked exactly the same. But Uncle Jack was way funnier—he made silly faces while you two were on the bed!”

Daddy tries not to laugh, while Mummy’s face turns bright red. “That’s enough of the bedtime stories for tonight!” she says firmly, quickly leading the little girl out of the room.

As the little girl skips off, Daddy turns to Mummy with a mischievous grin. “Lawyer in the morning, huh?”

Mummy glares at him and mutters, “Don’t tempt me.”