“I can’t believe our daughter is such a casanova, I raised her well.”

“pssst, yeah she totally got that from you Jessi.”

“Oh, I know she got that from me. How else was I suppose to sweep you off your feet?”

“Um, you didn’t. I was the one who asked you out via roses.”

“But I was the one who proposed!”

“Who proposes in the middle of ?!”

“People who love each other very much.”

“You distracted me from achieving my orga—“ 

“Mommy?”

“Wendy! Hi, sweetie did you have fun today at Irene’s house?”

“I did! We watched movies all day and we built pillow forts and guess what?”

“What sweetie?”

“I think I found a princess.”

“Aw Wendy is that what you are gonna call Irene from now on?”

“Irene? I was talking about a puppy!”

“Omg, did she just call Irene a Bit—?”

“Jessi!”

“What?”

“Wendy honey, who’s princess?”

“Prince’s girlfriend! When Irene and I went to get more pillows from her room, we saw a small puppy in her backyard but it wasn't Ginger. We brought it in and she didn’t have a collar, so I brought her with me.”

“We had a another dog in here and we didn’t noticed.”

“Hm, I wondered why Prince was so quiet.”

“You don’t think they are hum—“

“Jessi! Not in front of Wendy.”

“Mommy can I go call Irene, I promised her I would.”

“Jesus Christ, they can’t go a hour without each other.”

“Sure honey go ahead, remember your bed time!”

“Jeez, they are only 8 and yet so clingy.”

“Then again, Irene was patting Wendy’s so much yesterday.”

“I’m telling you, those good genes came from me.”

“Jessi, I’m pretty sure I was the one that carried her for 9 months. Any good genes of her are mine.”

“Better be, stupid Khun.”

“Khun was nice enough to be the donor. We made sure, especially since you wouldn’t stop asking questions. I’m surprised he stayed because you kept glaring.”

“He was flirting with you! I can’t believe you didn't see it! I was one step away from picking his long ear-ed friend, but I didn't want Wendy to have his ears.”

“Jessi!”

“What?! It’s true! At first I though he was an elf, but he was too tall.”

“Our Wendy would have been taller than us.”

“She’s 8 and taller than the shorties.”

“Hm, can’t argue there.”

“Tiff, you don’t think Wendy spending a little too much time over at Irene’s house? With those parents of her’s, I fear for Wendy’s life.”

“Yah! Why are you so mean? They are our friends!”

“Mommy when the youngest I can get married? Irene wants to know!”

“Wendy no!”

“It’s the damn shorties fault!”