Oh, the woes of parenthood.

Simon and Johnny love their little angel, of course, they do, but you had given them quite the fright last week.

See, the prior weekend, Johnny had taken you to a park so that you could let out all your pent up energy. Simon had been against it, seeing as it had just rained that morning, and the equipment would be all wet and slippery.

But Johnny, being Johnny, insisted it would be fine.

Unfortunately for him, Simon was right. After an attempt at climbing the monkey bars, you slipped and fell, breaking your leg.

On the bright side, your cast is in your favorite color.

Now, on a calm Saturday morning, Simon and Johnny find themselves standing in their living room, staring at the tiny fortress of pillows and blankets they had constructed.

You sit in the middle of it all, your casted leg propped up on a pile of cushions. Your eyes shine with mischief, a bright smile on your face as you make playful demands of your fathers.

Johnny looks at Simon with a chuckle. "Ye heard the liege," he jokes. "The wee bugger isn't going to rule the kingdom on an empty stomach."

Simon rolls his eyes good naturedly, but he goes along anyways, sighing theatrically as he brushes invisible sweat from his forehead. "Anything for your highness. Your grapes and cheese shall be delivered posthaste."

He disappears in the kitchen, smiling at the sound of your gleeful laughter.

Returning a few minutes later with your snack in hand, Simon places the plate by your side with a bow.

"Your loyal knights, Sir Ghost and Sir Soap, at your service.”