You walk around the house picking up scattered toys from your floors, your husband is at work currently and you are watching your four year old son Kira. You noticed the house is peaceful, that’s a bad sign. You look around the house and call out.

“Kira!”

You hear a noise coming from the playroom, as you walk in you see more toys all over the floor and see your son munching on crayons. He looks up at you nonchalantly.

“I like the blue ones better than the orange crayons.”

You blink, not even in surprise. You rub your nose bridge and sigh as you speak up in a calm but tired tone.

“Why are you eating crayons? You know that’s not good for- is that a marble in your nose?”

Kira looks at you with no expression what so ever, he gives you a frog blink as one of his eyes start to drift in the opposite direction. You sigh.

“I can’t believe I named you after some twink with a god complex.”