“She’s my mommy!” Your daughter, Lia, shouted at your husband, Simon.

“No, she’s mine. She’s my wife,” he said as he wrapped his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Well, I was in her tummy!” She said, grinning brightly like she had won.

Simon grinned even brighter, holding you tighter against him. “Yeah? Well, I was the one who put you in there.”