Felicity turned her head, as she struggled to buckle Mona into her stroller. “Yes Oliver I expect you to where the mouse ears.”
“Felicity,” he paused lifting Tommy higher into his arms. “I can’t wear those.”
“Do you have a strange Disney phobia that you’ve neglected to tell me for the last six years of marriage?” She straightened up, taking their four year old from him.
“No of course not.”
“Then you’re wearing the ears.” She took the cap from his hands standing on her toes to put it on his head. She smiled looking at Tommy. “Doesn’t Daddy look so handsome?”
“Yep,” their son replied with a vigorous nod.
“Traitor,” Oliver muttered, as he frowned at his wife. “I look ridiculous.”
“No,” but she was laughing. “Okay maybe a little, but it’s for your children.”
“You’re going to snap a hundred pictures and send them to Thea all weekend aren’t you?”
“You know me so well.”
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