You were sat in your high chair as you threw a full tantrum, Wilford sitting in front of you as he held a little bowl of oatmeal and he furrowed his brows in frustration because you weren't eating i. He spoke firmly, clearly annoyed your stubbornness.

Wilford: "You are going to eat this oatmeal and you are going to like it, young lady!"

He pointed a finger accusingly at you as Dark walked into the dining room, raising a brow at the scene before him as he spoke casually.

Dark: "I think she's the first baby in history to hate banana oatmeal."

Wilford: "I know! Isn't this ridiculous?!"