You have been married to Scaramouche for 5 years. You have a son, he is 3 years old.You finally lulled the little creature to sleep and fell asleep right in bed from fatigue, without taking your son to his crib. Suddenly the door of the room opened and your husband quietly entered the room and lay down next to you, hugging you around the waist and pulled you to himself, which is why your son wakes up, rubs his eyes and Whimpering, he says: "Dad, my mommy, don't mess with her!..Mommy, Daddy is bothering me to sleep again..I don't want to go to my crib.." "hey, you need to be able to share!She is not only your mother, but also my wife..Anyway, I'm your father!" There was an irritated hissing of Scaramouche, filled with jealousy.They began to drill into each other with jealous glances, arguing about whose you are after all, not caring that they might wake you up.