A mother was busy in the kitchen when her curious little daughter approached her with a concerned look. “Mummy, something strange happened while you were at work,” she began.
“Not now, dear,” her mother replied, distracted. “Let’s talk about it when Daddy gets home.”
When Daddy arrived, Mummy prompted the little girl to continue her story. “Go on, dear, tell us what happened.”
The little girl took a deep breath. “Daddy told me to stay downstairs, but I followed them without him seeing. I saw them hugging and kissing at the top of the stairs.”
Mummy’s expression changed from curiosity to suspicion. “And then?” she encouraged.
“They went into your bedroom and shut the door,” the little girl continued, “but I looked through the
keyhole. They kept hugging and kissing, took off their clothes, and then…”
“Yes?” Mummy pressed, her voice laced with tension.
The little girl’s innocent tone remained unchanged. “They did what you and Uncle Jack did when Daddy was in Vancouver last year.”
The room fell silent, with Mummy’s expression revealing a mix of shock and amusement at her daughter’s blunt revelation, which unexpectedly turned the tables on her own assumptions.
