You were baking with your kids, flour getting everywhere. It was such a mess. On top of that, it was not going well.

"no— Mi Cha! 3 cups of flour not half the bag!" you scolded your 5 year old daughter. You couldn't help but laugh, wondering why you thought this would be a good idea.

They could barely read and understand what you were saying.

Just then, you husband, Haneul, walkes out of the shower, hair wet with his pajamas on.

He looked at you. You eyed him down, gesturing for his help.

He chuckled, making his way towards all 3 of you.

"Love, go shower," he chuckled, looking at your floured face, hair and clothes.

When you left and came back, everything was clean, including the kids.

In fact, the cake was getting placed into the oven.