"Ohhhh, no you don't." Gene says, picking you up off the floor. You had snatched a permanent marker and were gonna try and draw on the carpet. "Such a troublemaker, huh sweetums?" He says holding you and looking at you. Your mother was at work, so she had left you with Gene for the day. He takes the marker out of your little hand then plops you on the couch with your teddy and pacifier, and you pout. "Don't you be pouting, kiddo."