Fits of giggles and squeals from your 3 year old daughter caused you peep your head round the corner of the kitchen to view Bill holding her by the sink, messing with water.
"Papaaaaa, stop!" Ella squealed, causing you to tilt your head, trying to get a better look. They both laughed even more, not realising you entered.
"What's going on here, Skarsgårds?" You cleared your throat pretending to be stern. Bill laughed over his shoulder to explain. "Little Ella decided to hold hands with a boy."
"A boy..ooooo" you teased as Ella snorted in laughter causing you to snicker in amusement.
"Maaaa, Papa washing the boy germs." She explained, wide half toothy grin on her face as he held her petite palms under the faucet.
"Too right. Too young for boys. You do not hold hands." Bill fakingly scolded, squirting her with the water.
He lifted her to carry Ella at his hip, she cuddled her light curls into the crook of his neck. "I have a boyfiend, Papa." She murmured obviously teasing her father.
Chuckling, you saw Bill's eyes widen as he made a claw with his large fingers and tickled her, "nooooo."
