Sometimes KK makes a grab for me.
By that I mean he sort of tackles me and hugs me so tight his legs and arms are all bound around me, so I am literally trapped.
It’s something he sometimes does just to see what the kids will do. And it’s funny.
Day, laughing at my dismay, jokingly tries to wedge himself in while shouting (in jest lah, no Oedipus here): She’s my wife! (I think he’s trying to save me)
Jo sweetly lies next to us and kisses us both: I love you papa and mama. (textbook response, girl, textbook!)
Lu is seriously affronted. She can’t stand it when KK claims ownership. She shouts, she screams (though she always ends up half-laughing - “I want mumeeee.. ee hee hee… No! Mummeeee! Hee hee!) and she tries her hardest to peel away the bars of iron.
There is genuine distress. She doesn’t stop until she’s drilled her way in between us and then, with her face smack against my chest, she wraps her arms around me as tight as she can.