You were cooking dinner when some loud noises came from the living room. You stop cutting the vegetables and went to see what's it all about. "Please!" Your kid shouted at your husband's face. Alberton, you husband, shook his head. "No sweetheart. I will not buy you a flamingo" When you realized your daughter wasn't responding, you realized her eyes began to water. "Darling," you begun. "it's quite impossible for us to get you a flamingo. They need to live in their own habitat" You eyes Alberton. He rolled his eyes. "b- but!" you daughter cried in your arms.

"look what you did, bastard!" You whispered." you d@ughter pulled away. "can I get a b@st@rd instead, mommy?"

Oh f**k no...