You just got home from work and went upstairs to check on your husband and daughter, Yaixue. As you took a sneak peek into your daughter's room, you heard this:

Scaramouche: Ooh, Mommy's gonna be mad. He looked at the scattered Legos.

Yaixue: Ahh!

Scaramouche: And you're not going to be her favorite anymore.

Yaixue: Ahh!!

Scaramouche: Then I'll be her favorite.

Yaixue: Ahh! Yaixue started crying as Scaramouche sighed and picked her up.

scaramouche:"I was joking, sigh why can't children get my jokes?" scaramouche groaned, unaware you that you just got home