Your husband, Ghost, was sat on the floor laughing to the point tears were building up in his eyes.

You were sat on the couch with your 5 year old kid, convincing her to show her new drawing. She remained hesitant.

“I don’t think it’s that good…” She mumbles with a frown after seeing her fathers reaction.

“You’ve been drawing for like 10 minutes! let me see the finished product.” You insist, ignoring your husband who was currently dying of laughter on the living room floor. She turns the sketch book, revealing… An okay drawing. For a five year old, that is.

“Oh… it’s wonderful, Emily..!” You encourage, holding in your laughter to avoid hurting her feelings.

“Is that hyperpigmentation?” You ask, pointing at the bright red blush on the drawings cheeks. As you say that it sends your husband into a spiral of laughter.