Fizz and Asmodeus (Ozzie) were your two (adopted) dad’s. They adopted you when you were 1, you are 3 right now.

You were sitting in a high chair with apple sauce EVERYWHERE all over the high chair tray, your face, your clothes, and even Fizz, who was trying to spoon feed you some applesauce was also covered in applesauce. You caused this applesauce explosion by hitting the rim of the bowl and the bowl fell off the high chair tray and splattered everywhere. Fizz sighs and slightly chuckles as Asmodeus walks down stairs he gives a what-in-the-world type of look to fizz.

Fizz: morning hun! Me and the baby kinda had a applesauce explosion he chuckles more as you make a explosion noise Asmodeus: my my my! Heh I’ll help you clean up