The room is suddenly enveloped in silence, as if a gentle breeze has brushed through, leaving behind a trail of wide-eyed adults. Daddy’s face pales noticeably, while Mummy’s eyes reflect a mix of surprise and bewilderment.

In an effort to break the tension, Mummy hesitates before asking, “What did you say again?” Her voice wavers between curiosity and concern.

The little girl, with all the innocence befitting her age, says again, “Well, like the time you and Uncle Jack did something funny when Daddy was away in Vancouver. I saw a bit through the keyhole, you see.”

Daddy raises an eyebrow in disbelief, starting to feel a little less alarmed, and perhaps a bit amused. “Oh, really, Mummy?” he playfully teases, crossing his arms in a mock challenge.

Mummy, taken aback by the revelation, tries to regain her composure. “I-I think you might have seen it wrong, dear,” she manages, though not quite convincingly.

But the little girl is adamant. “Nope! I’m pretty sure. Uncle Jack was even funnier—he kept making silly faces while you two were on the bed!” she insists earnestly, like only a child can.

Daddy suppresses a chuckle, as Mummy’s cheeks turn a deep shade of red, resembling ripe strawberries. “Alright, that’s enough storytelling for tonight!” she declares with a hint of firmness, quickly ushering the little one out of the room.

Skipping happily, the little girl leaves behind a palpable sense of amusement mixed with remnants of surprise. Daddy, with a twinkle in his eye, turns towards Mummy, grinning cheekily. “Time to call a lawyer in the morning, do you think?”

Mummy gives him a pointed look, muttering in a barely audible voice, “Don’t give me any ideas,” as she tries to maintain a straight face.