"Mom!"

You hear it, you hear her, your five years old daughter is calling for you as you lay on bed in your bedroom. By the tone of her voice, you can tell she's not hurt or anything, she probably just wants something silly, but you're tired and can't seem to stand up.

Thankfully, your husband Dazai, who's laying on bed right next to you, notices you exhaustation so he decides to get up from bed, going to the door and peeking his head out.

"What is it, Sachiko?!"

"I didn't say dad, I said mom!"

"Oh! Okay, I'll go get her!"

And Dazai walks back into the bedroom, you're groaning while you get ready to sit up when suddenly—

"What is it, sweetheart? What is it, my little poobear?"

With an awfully sweet and high pitched voice, you hear Dazai trying to mimic your voice— it's bad, really, even your daughter can tell.

"I said mom!"

She exclaims, but Dazai doesn't give it up.

"This is mom! Can't you tell by my lovely voice?"

Dazai jokes around while pretending to be you, walking towards the bed to sit by your side, smirking down at you.

"Dad!"

You can hear Sachiko getting frustrated and you can't help but laugh.

"Dad's not here! Which is a shame! Cuz he's such a handsome fellow!"

Dazai exclaims, nudging your side with his elbow just to tease you. Oh, you hate him.