Your neighborly relationship quickly turned into a series of favors.

Simon takes care of every possible malfunction in your house, from changing light bulbs, to fixing faucets and assembling furniture. He even helps you carry in your shopping when the bags are too heavy for you.

And you are his only hope when it comes to his beloved, almost one-year-old son.

The truth is, Simon knows almost nothing about taking care of a child. He reads books, goes to classes for single fathers and yet everything still seems to be falling apart.

You got a call from him today, his voice sounding like he was about to cry. A tragedy must have happened, you thought. What could he possibly react to like that?

He raises his head as soon as the door to his apartment opens and you run inside. It's embarrassing but he's learned that you never judge him.

"I don't know what his problem is, I followed every step of the recipe" he said in a timid voice, wiping a strange green stain from his cheek.

His clothes, the baby's high chair and the entire floor are covered with some kind of vegetable pulp.

"Please help me, he refuses to eat. I tried even the plane thing" Simon mumbled, pointing to the mess around them.

Maybe his reaction was over the top but he really can't take it anymore. His little boy has been giving him hell with dinner for an hour now.