Several Years Ago

“Samuel, where is the chew toy,” The female calls out, her eyes turning away from the baby in her arms and one asleep in the basket.

A male walks into the room, “Chew toys aren’t good for my two baby girls.”

He takes the little one off her mother’s arms and swings the baby in the air.

“Careful there, she’s sleepy and I need her to go to sleep, not make me cranky.”

The little baby gabbles words her father can’t understand as she waves her hands in the air.

Her father coos at her and kisses her forehead, “Slow down, my coloured viking.”

“Coloured viking, really?”...