Sophie:
(singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star)
Mark:How about banana and pickle?
Sophie:
Eugh, I went off that weeks ago. After the night of a thousand pukes, thanks for remembering.
She just kicked, again! Aren't you a clever little girl? Yes, you are. Yes, you are.
Mark (inner voice):
Now I'm left out again. Our baby isn't even born yet and she's always singing and talking to her. Theyv'e got this amazing relationship and I don't even get a look-in. I can't even get a stupid sandwich right. This is what it's gonna be like for the rest of my life. Stood on the sidelines like an idiot.
Judi:
Pause it. Give yourself a break! You should be in there talking and singing to the baby too. You've tried it before, so man-up and and give it another go.
Mark:
I just feel a bit stupid singing to her tummy.
Judi:
Stupid? From the man who tried to fart the theme tune of Match of the Day.
Mark:
I almost managed it too.
Judi:
Don't you go wiggly your little banana at me. That's what got you into this. Listen, the more you keep talking and singing to that baby, the easier it will get. You've got this.
Sophie:
(still singing Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star)
Mark:
My turn?
Sophie:
Course, she loves your voice.
Mark:
What should i sing?
Sophie:
Sing whatever pops into your head.
Mark:
(hums Match of the Day tune)
She kicked! She can hear me!
Sophie:
She's probably relieved that you're actually singing it this time!
Mark:
(continues humming)