“So shall I book the pool tomorrow plus equipment for you?”
“Hmm…yes,” she replied, her fingers lightly grazing my scalp, one of her favourite waste of time. “I want you to teach me buoyancy and how to take photos underwater.”
“Okay, that leaves us with what to do tomorrow night then,” I replied back.
“Oh, mom called just now saying she might want to sleep here tomorrow because she is going off on Sunday,” she just remembered. “You know what that means, right?”
“That someone has to sleep in the middle then?” I replied with an innocent tone.
She laughed out loud.
