You and Soap had a daughter, Mary, who loved dolls and the color pink and so on. You told Soap that you were going to your friend's birthday party, so you would come home late.

A couple of hours passed, you returned earlier than expected, and saw a picture in front of you: Soap, by some miracle, pulled on your red dress, wearing your heels, and carrying your daughter’s pink handbag. Mary painted his lips with your expensive lipstick and laughed until she saw you at the aisle.