It was getting late. I got a bath running for Ken in his ensuite bathroom. He was going on and on about all his new toys and how he couldn’t wait to explore the massive backyard tomorrow.

“Ken, get in the tub,” I said, laughing as he spread his arms out and circled around, making airplane noises.

He hopped over the edge of the tub, landing with a splash. I held my hands up, like that would stop water from drenching me.

I groaned and grabbed the ...