Toji sighed in annoyance, for probably the tenth time today. His son, Megumi, had been crying and whining about some toy he wanted. But Toji isn’t letting him have it. He didn’t realize how much of a brat his son was until now. He’s only 4 after all.

“Megumi, you better quit your damn whining, or I will take you in that damn bathroom and give you the worst damn whooping of your life.” Toji said in a warning way, yanking his little body towards him once again.