"Yes, Howard, the cats are fed," Ian sighed and didn't seem to improve in mood at the mention of his son. "John's fine. In fact, he was up just now telling me all about how much he missed the both of you."
"I'm glad to hear it," Barbara grinned, "at least we didn't wake you."
"No, no. You didn't. Did you want to speak with your chatty son?" John always became Barbara's son when he kept Ian from sleeping. Just like he became Ian's son when he was doing something dangerous.
"Please!" Barbara replied eagerly. There was a silence while Ian probably went to fetch him, then a rattling came down the phone line. More silence. Ian could then be heard in the back ground, coaxing John into talking. He babbled a little, nothing intelligible, but Barbara stilled beamed at Howard.
"John, it's Mummy! Are you keeping Daddy awake?" she cooed at the telephone.
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"I'm glad to hear it," Barbara grinned, "at least we didn't wake you."
"No, no. You didn't. Did you want to speak with your chatty son?" John always became Barbara's son when he kept Ian from sleeping. Just like he became Ian's son when he was doing something dangerous.
"Please!" Barbara replied eagerly. There was a silence while Ian probably went to fetch him, then a rattling came down the phone line. More silence. Ian could then be heard in the back ground, coaxing John into talking. He babbled a little, nothing intelligible, but Barbara stilled beamed at Howard.
"John, it's Mummy! Are you keeping Daddy awake?" she cooed at the telephone.