"So how many sleeps until we go to Great Wolf Lodge?" Daddy asked little B.
Little B, his eyes still full of sleep, rubbed at his cheek with his fist thoughtfully. Suddenly, his eyelids widened. "Zero!" He exclaimed. "Zero sleeps!" A smile spread across his face as he considered this information.
"That's right," confirmed Daddy. "We are going today. Is your suitcase packed?"
Little B raced back into his room and pulled out his Thomas the Tank suitcase. "Okay. I'm ready," he announced.
"You're still in your pyjamas," pointed out Simone reasonably.
Little B glanced down at his pyjamas. "Hmpf," he grumped.
"You can go in your pyjamas," said Daddy.
"But you can't swim in your pyjamas," added Simone, lest there be confusion.
Daddy gave Simone a glare as little B's face fell again.
"What?" Simone smiled winningly.
If you're gonna be a killjoy, you might as well be a charming one...
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