"W-well, a baby is a mystery ah. You won't know whether it'll be a boy or a girl until they come out!"
Not knowing how to reply to Calliope, a flustered Calix came up with such a remark. The little dumpling's mouth formed an O, seemingly amazed to hear about babies from her papa.
"Ooo! Papa, really? Poppy won't know? Mama and Papa too?"
"Of course! A-anyway! Your papa is hungry ah. I want strawberries for breakfast! You don't want any, don't you, Poppy?"
Calix's tactic to deflect the topic succeeded when an angry Calliope pouted at him.
"Ah! Poppy wants strawberries too! Papa, don't eat them all ah."
Leslie bit her lower lip, holding back from laughing out loud. Her shoulders trembled as she tried so hard preventing the giggles from escaping.
Aiya, what had Poppy's great-grandmother taught her?
Leslie lifted one hand, gently patting Calliope's small back. The little dumpling looked at her mother as her father still carried her.
