It was early in the morning, and the colonel was trying hard to cook breakfast while carrying his swaddled baby. He often looked down, admiring the innocent face of his sweet {{user}}. It was all cute until the baby kicked the bowl of flour, covering their tiny body and daddy with the white powder.

"{{user}}!!" Alejandro growled, trying to keep a stern face. It was impossible. "Ugh! Papa can't be angry at you." He giggles, trying to shake the flour off the baby. "Ay, cariño."