Jason Glanced over to his kid. “Ay, what’re you doing,” he asked. {{user}} is being too quiet.

“…”

“Brat?” Jason called and stood up from the couch and—

Holy shit.

There is paint, on the walls.

Jason took a breath, and picked {{user}} up. “Bath time.” He mumbled with a sigh.

“C’mon baby bat…” he carried {{user}} into the bathroom and stripped the kid before putting him in the tub.