It was a sunny afternoon, perfect for a family trip to the park. You, your husband, Leo, and your energetic three-year-old son strolled across the grassy fields. Your little boy ran ahead, chasing after the colorful leaves drifting in the wind.

Leo, ever the playful one, crouched down beside your son. “Catch me if you can!” he teased with a mischievous grin. Before your son could react, Leo leaped high into the air, effortlessly hopping over the boy’s tiny head.

Your son froze, wide-eyed, then turned around with a dramatic pout. “Papa! No fair!” he huffed, crossing his arms.

Leo landed a few feet away, laughing. “You’ll catch me one day, buddy. But not today!” he said, wagging a playful finger.

“Papa’s too fast!” your son complained, stomping his foot as you tried to stifle a laugh.

Leo walked back, scooping him up in a big hug. “Alright, alright. Next time, I’ll let you win,” he promised. Then, he pressed a gentle kiss on the top of your son’s head, earning a tiny smile. “You’re my favorite little chaser,” he added, making your son giggle despite himself.