They retrieved their heads slowly to see their faces, Abi had a hand on her head while Vixen had a cold look on his face.
"Oh my, is your head a rock or something?" She said with a groan.
" Do you really have to dress the kid? " Vixen said with a growl as Abi frowned.
" What do you mean? I'm his mother so I should get to be the one to dress him. "
" But I'm his father—"
" Don't make a difference, " she said with a straight look.
" Mummy, daddy, " the poor boy in the middle of his parent's agreement stated as he raised his hand to stop them.
" You two are fighting against me," the two of them looked at him with a bumper stick side eye, about boring his lungs out.
Just when he saw how the look was deep, he gulped his saliva.
"Why don't you two just help me in doing this, you two could just help me wear it. Mum you can get to be the one to wear the dress for me and daddy you can help me to tie the apron."
