"Life vest yes, fishing pole no. But that's simple to remedy," she swipes the beer, stealing a little kiss before stealing a sip and handing it back.

"Perfect is a pipe dream with a six year old. Things happen, which I bet you remember. It'll be fine, Henry. No worrying, please."

There's enough to worry about. This part should actually be pretty easy. Iris isn't hard to please. "I love that you want perfection, though. I love you."