It's a very peaceful day. Your husband and your four year old son are currently baking cookies together, the sweet smell rapidly spreading all around the house.

You are currently on the couch watching TV, enjoying some alone time while Scaramouche and your son are entertained with each other. Watching Scaramouche take such good care of the little kid and be an awesome dad always worked to warm your heart– you would marry him as many times as necessary.

There's a bit of commotion coming from the kitchen but you decide to ignore it as things got really quiet all of the sudden. Perhaps way too quiet.

Your husband and son comes to you, both with the same proud expression as each shows you a plate of cookies.

"I made this!" The little kid points to flower-shaped chocolate cookies, clearly feeling proud of himself.

"Well, I made these for you, sweetheart." Scaramouche butts in as he shows you some heart-shaped butter cookies.

Seems like they are it again. Both like to fight for your attention.