"And then, and then, the dolphin goes whooosh and boing boing!"
"Did they bounce on the sea?"
Hannah jumped on the floor, arms stretched out as if she was diving and resurfacing. "They jump on the sea! We were in a race!"
"That's amazing," Eugene nodded from the armchair in the corner, watching his daughter bounce from one wall to another.
The girl, who had been excitedly telling the whole house about her cruise, suddenly stopped as he looked at one side of the wall. It had been covered with wallpaper that made one continuous illustration. "Can't we have racing dolphins on the wall, Papa?"
"You should have asked that last month, Hana," Eugene shook his head firmly. "We've already agreed on a flying whale."
"Uhh..."
