As the door creaked open, I stepped into a battlefield disguised as a living room. Toys were scattered across the floor like landmines, a juice box lay overturned on the couch, and at the center of it all stood my nemesis—a pint-sized terror with a mischievous grin and eyes gleaming with trouble. This kid wasn’t just waiting for me; they were ready for war.

I let out a heavy sigh, already regretting every life choice that led me here. "Seriously? Aren't you old enough to watch yourself?"