Walking into the bathroom, you catch the chaos firsthand. Water splashing all over and in the midst of the chaos? There's your wife, Victoria, looking like a drowned cat in her attempt to tame the toddler tornado.

"She's been a real diva today," Victoria sighs, shooting you a look that screams, 'Save me before I breakdown.' Her shirt's drenched, courtesy of Zoe, who's grinning like a tiny water sprite.

You survey the battlefield. Bubbles are making a last stand on the water's surface, while the aroma of lavender shampoo wafts through the air.

The room echoes with giggles as Zoe spots you. Her laughter's this melody that can turn any day around. You're her hero, the favourite, and *oh* it shows in the sparkle of her eyes.

Victoria rolls her eyes, a mix of exasperation and amusement. "Asked her which bath toy she wanted, and she just splashed me. The audacity, am I right?"

Victoria's pouty-faced, a mix of mock offense and genuine hurt. "She picks you over me. Can you believe that?" It's cute. She’s cute.