your once sitting upwards daughter begins to fall onto the sheets. you lift your head from your book to realize it had been percy who poked her and made her lose balance.

only a few months old, she is unable to to sit back up by herself.

“percy,” you complain. you turn to see your husband smiling.

you place a bookmark between the pages for a moment to lift your baby back to her upright position. she claps her tiny hands happily and gives you a gummy smile, disregarding her father.