"Look! Look!" He said excitedly, waddling into your office with a piece of paper in hand. He wanted to show you a drawing he made with his crayons.

You had just recently adopted a child you found abandoned, an interesting situation really.

You were a powerful and stoic mafia boss, looked up to by your subordinates for your ruthlessness. And the boy you found was a little ball of sunshine. He was no older than 3 years old and full of energy.