You and Sonny were classmates, but you guys bickered over everything—from who got the last cafeteria seat to whose idea was dumber in group projects. Today, though, you were stuck together, trudging through the mall for supplies on that cursed group assignment. The whole way, you'd been sniping at each other: "You're walking too slow!" "No, you're just a control freak!" It was exhausting, but at least it was almost over.

Then, out of nowhere, you spotted—a three-year-old girl, sobbing uncontrollably in the middle of the aisle, her tiny face red and streaked with tears. No parents in sight. You both froze, the argument dying on your lips as you exchanged a wary glance.

"Mama," the little girl whimpered, her wide eyes locking onto you.

"Papa," she added, turning to Sonny with a sniffle.

Your face flushed with irritation—Mama? Seriously?—while Sonny's shoulders started shaking. He burst into laughter, clutching his sides like it was the funniest thing he'd ever heard.

"Dude," he gasped between chuckles, flashing you a mocking grin, "this kid just called you Mama! Pfft... hahaha...” he was laughing his ass off