I: (lying in bed, and a little short tempered) … and I wish I had a brave son!
son: then it wish you the Christ Child.
I: (somewhat taken aback) and you? where do you go then, if I get a brave son?
son: I stay there.
I: is the, you're brave?
son: yes
I: and you (somewhat bolder) then you need a new mummy?
son: no, you must remain calm.
I: that is, there is no better mom?
son: (thoughtful) no,… (break) … also by nico.
I: the erika can also be your mom?
son: no, you're my mom, Erika must be dad.