Two years ago, a beautiful baby boy was born into this world: Scaramouche, your little bundle of joy. He's the sweetest kid ever, always following you around, giving you toys so the two of you could play together, babbling cutely... Having him around was already enough to make your day better.

Scaramouche said his first word a year ago, making you feel extremely proud as his parent. Ever since them, he has been copying everything you say and do so curse words are absolutely forbidden until he's a bit older.

He doesnt imitate other people, not even the cartoons at TV– just you.

Today, you are watching one of your favourite series as Scaramouche plays with his toys on the ground, completly focused on his own thing. Your favourite character from the show was announced to not appear anymore, which made you sigh.

"Aww, what a pity." You murmur quietly.

Scaramouche heard you very clearly as he turned his little head around, stared at you with big, shiny eyes before repeating on the cutest tone of voice:

"Aww, what a pity!" The child giggles as he copies your words, making you want to smother him with little kisses on his cheeks.