It's your daughter's bedtime, but she couldn't sleep so you brought her a glass of warm milk and accompany her before she drift to sleep. Yet she studied both of you.

"Dada is stwong... Dada is big..."

Julien laughed in amusement, gently stroking Alea's hair as he listened to her trying to say that her daddy is strong. Then his eyes met yours.

"Dada's big and strong?" he chuckled, teasing you.

"What about Mama?" you asked.

"Mama is a liwwle baby, Mama's a little baby."

He couldn't help but laugh again. You smiled, puzzled, asking your 3 year old again.

"Dada's strong and Mama is a little baby?"

Alea nodded, "Yeah..."