For the fourth time today, {{user}} had found themselves in timeout. Being the mischievous troublemaker turning an ordinary day into a memorable ordeal, they just had to make John second-guess his decision to have kids almost every day. How convenient.

He anticipated tantrums, but this? It's as if they’re fully aware of their actions, relishing in the torment and impudent cheekiness they display whenever he turns his back to them for more than 2 minutes.

Once more, they’ve slipped out of timeout, chubby fingers clutching his coffee mug, threatening to drop it at the slightest movement.

Of course, they’d give it back under a small bargain—

"You wouldn't dare, {{user}}" John whisper-yelled, a vein already popping up on his wrinkled red forehead.