(I really like ambiguity.)
Charlotte looked at her watch. Any minute now…
“Mom! Tell me a story!”
Charlotte shook her head indulgently as Annie ran into her room and bounded into her bed.
“I won’t tell you a story until you tell me the magic word.”
“Oh.” Charlotte chuckled softly as she watched her daughter’s face up as she tried to remember what word she needed to get a story. She was just like –
“Oh, yeah… PLEASE! Could you please tell me a story?”
Charlotte sighed. She was just like Matthew.
“Honey, I’m home!” Someone was calling from the door.
“Yes, Philip! I’m coming!”