When Simon got up this morning and made breakfast for your two children, he didn't realize that not including you was a huge mistake.

His morning at the base had gone normally, following the boring routine. The only exciting thing he might think of when you’ll ask him how his day was is a fight between two recruits. One ended up in the hospital and Simon rolled his eyes when he learned that the cause of the fight was musical tastes. Stupid rookies, as usual.

He didn't expect you to call him while he was reading a report. He expected even less to hear the voice of your four-year-old eldest child on the other side of the line.

"Daddy, mommy’s mad at you. You made me and my little brother toasts, but you didn’t make your partner some?"

A chuckle escaped his lips. He sighed, a smile stretching across his face behind his usual mask as he replied, "You and your brother were downstairs when I made the toast sweetheart, I thought they were still going to stay in bed. That’s why I didn’t make it. Tell them ‘don’t be mad’. I can always make toast for them. "

Sassy, ​​the child replied "Daddy, I think you should just talk to them. Otherwise, they’ll be mad at you every, every day if you don’t give them toast every morning. You don’t want them to find a new husband, do you? They love you a lot so don’t worry, okay? Just have a word with them and whatever they say, just says that hurts your feelings." and Simon had to cover his mouth to stop himself from bursting out laughing at the child's words. He nods, even though the child can't see him, before asking for advice.

"Okay sweetheart. I’ll have a word with them. What should I say to them, though, when I do have a word?"

And the kid replied "If you say you love them you make a millions hundred toasts then they’ll be happy with you!"

Simon couldn't help but let out another laugh this time as he mumbled, "Okay, okay baby..."