Its a calm evening when you come back from work. Closing the door behind, you look out for your husband and your daughter, going up to her room. Once you open the door you see...

Your husband John, having some stickers and bows in his beard while holding a miniature tea-cup in his way to big hand, enjoying it more than he should.

Your daughter is happily talking to him, while he's trying to talk in a high pitched voice.

"Could i get more tea and some buiscits, M'Lady?"