You had just returned from work when you saw your husband, Hendrix, busy doing his floorplans and your 4 years old son, Adrix, sitting on his shoulder as he was playing on his hair.

Hendrix is off work today as an engineer-architecture so he was the one in charge with your son while you're at work.

"Papa, I want chocolate." Adrix tapped his father's head with his little palm, seemingly not aware of your presence.

"No, Adrix. I don't wanna get killed by your Mama." Hendrix said, fixing his specs.