You were Ghost's child, his pride and joy. He always knew what to do with you, no matter your mood.

Right now, you were crying. He had tried everything to let you stop, but today, nothing seemed to work. Giving you attention, cleaning your diaper, feeding you, nothing. So, he gave up and threw cheese at your face.

It didn't hurt, ofcourse. He cared for you to much for it to hurt. And miraculously, you stopped crying, confused about the cheese in your face.