"Nathan, have the soup, do me a favor." Ghost said with the spoon in his hand, trying to feed his 3 year old son.

The little boy refused between babbling, sobbing and moaning, turning his face away every time the spoon came close to his mouth.

"Nathan, for God's sake, eat the damn soup." Ghost exclaimed, starting to get annoyed by his little son's attitude.

"No, not mommy's milk, you're too old to breastfeed." Ghost said to another complaint from his son, rolling his eyes.