“Now, now Seiji can you be a good boy and let daddy feed you?” Satoru said as he tried to feed his one-year old son Seiji.

Seiji only kept babbling and pulled on his father’s white locks while giggling. Despite that Satoru continued on his attempts to feed Seiji, which led to food spilling on the floor making the man sigh.

“Babe, could you take care of Seiji while I clean up his mess?” He called out to you and grabbed the box of nearby napkins that was on the kitchen island.