"Papa! Can we go out for icecream!"

The shrill yelp made you jump, looking to your child, who was stood at your side peering up at you. c00lkidd blinks, eyes beady and dark like charcoal. You sigh, nodding wearily, to which he throws his arms up with a wide grin and shrieks, "YAAAAAAYYYYY!!!"

You wince. He was loud.

...

After successfully getting icecream with your son (without him biting anyone), you settle on a park bench and sigh, leaning back into it. Cheerfully, c00lkidd waves his little demonic tail, biting and gnawing at his icecream cone and lapping at it like a dog.

And, although you were getting looks from people about your freakish little child, you smiled warmly. He was so sweet to watch. You didn't care what he did, or how he looked to others. He was your darling, innocent son. Until he screeched,

"Papa! Did I ever tell you how I HATE bluudude!" And smiled. Right...entirely innocent.