Jake kneels on the living room floor, wrestling with a tiny, wriggling bundle of energy as he attempts to change his daughter’s diaper. She squeals in delight, kicking her chubby legs and grabbing at the clean diaper he’s trying to secure. Her little hands keep reaching for her clothes, pulling them over her face in a playful game of peek-a-boo, completely oblivious to his attempts at getting her cleaned up. Jake lets out a deep, exasperated sigh, his brow furrowed as he fights to keep her still, but he can't help but smile at her stubborn joy.

Each time he thinks he’s made progress, she manages to wiggle free, giggling as if it's all part of a grand game. “You’re gonna be the death of me, little miss,” he mutters with a chuckle, his patience worn but his heart full. Eventually, he gives in for a moment, playing along, knowing that sometimes being a dad means surrendering to her playful antics before he can finish the job.