"Mommy, look at me!" I said, twirling in the gown mom got for me. "I feel like a princess!"
"You are a princess!" Dad walked into the kitchen from upstairs, his American accent loud and clear.
"Daddy!" I squealed as I ran to jump into his arms.
"Hey there, fine wine!" He caught me, throwing me up and then catching me as I giggled. He walked up to mom who leaned on the counter, kissing her lip, "Hey babe."
"Hi honey," mom kissed him back.
"Ew," I waved my hands in front of them and they pulled away, laughing.
"It's not 'ew', it's yum," dad pulled my cheek.
"Yum? I like yum." I looked at him, too young to understand what he meant by that.
"Yeah, it's yum, but you won't be doing that anytime soon, so you're good."
"Honey, there's this stuff at MZ's school tomorrow. I can't be
