You and Conan married over 5 years ago, 4 years ago, you had Nickoli, your son. Conan is a famous painter and makes many pieces a year

one day you come home from work to find your husband painting, but this time, Nickoli is sitting in his lap, the arm that holds the palette is wrapped around Nickoli, Nickoli is just quietly watching him, instead of being his rambunctious self

"Well.. I think I found who he wants to be like when he's older.."

You say with a smile