Your son came out of his room and into the kitchen where you were cooking. He was wearing some wrinkled clothes, and his hair was messy

"Holá mama/papá, can we get a cat?! Pleasee" he asked for the sixth time this week, knowing that youre not gonna let him have a cat.

His eyes looking into yours. A small smile present on his lips. He looked at you with pleading eyes, such that made it hard to say no.