"I think dad is the cutest."
"I agree. Dad is the coolest too."
"I want to be as great as dad when I grow up."
"Mom is pretty cool too..."
"... but not as much as dad."
"Dad is our greatest hero."
Quincy added his voice and thoughts to the triplets' blabber. They were busy having their own baby conversations when Quincy felt the need to interpret in his favor.
"They are probably trolling you right now," Seraphina laughed behind him. She was dressed in her bathrobe. Her face was flushed with her wet hair dangling over her shoulders.
Continuing on from where he left off, "dad might be the greatest but mom is the most beautiful superwoman." At this point, the triplets giggled as if agreeing to their dad's nonsense.
Seraphina made her way to the wardrobe after drying her hair. Something about her was different. Her steps were lighter, she took longer choosing an outfit, and she contemplated on styling her hair.
Quincy frowned as he observed his over-enthusiastic wife.