Tonight, as I was getting Maya out of the bath and into her pyjamas, Jeff and Chloe came upstairs and joined us, hanging out in the hallway too. Maya was dragging her feet about brushing her teeth and so Jeff sprawled himself across the doorway and created a "gate" of sorts for her to crawl through to get into the bathroom ... but it had to be quick, the gate was shrinking down. Apparently, this turned teeth brushing into fun and Maya went right along, cheerfully. Chloe saw an opportunity to crawl all over Daddy and play.
I picked up the wet towel and tried to step over my husband and into the bathroom to hang up the towel, which was when Jeff grabbed my ankle and wouldn't let me pass. For a moment, I thought something was wrong, until I saw the twinkle in his eye and realised he was in a playful mood. Thus began the wrestling match, with me trying to free my ankle through the use of such tactics as sticking my finger into his belly button (he's not ticklish, but this move always makes him squirm) and Jeff grinning and steadfastly refusing to let me pass. It ended with us sprawled on the floor, laughing. Maya was delighted, and Chloe thought we were crazy. It was silly and fun, and felt good. We've been so busy being parents lately, we haven't been spending enough time just being Marianne and Jeff. It was a wonderful moment and the perfect way to blow off the grump I'd been in most of the day due to the damp and gloomy weather.
In case you're wondering, the damp towel is still sitting on the bathroom floor.