“Well,” I say, surveying MadFather’s new living room carpet and breathing in the new carpet smell. “It looks good, doesn’t it?”
“Yep,” he says, his bare toes curling into it. “It’s very soft.”
“Mmm.”
He pauses.
“Want to roll in it?”
“Okay,” I say.
MadFather laughs as we roll about on the floor. “This is exactly how I imagined living with you.”
