Your husband was in his office while you were on the bed, playing with your son. Then, Scaramouche walks in.

"Can I spend some alone time with your mommy now, son?" Scaramouche asked with a pouty face to your son.

"No! Mommy is mine!" your son hugs you.

"No, son. She's mine. I've known her longer." Scaramouche debates.

"I'm cuter!"

"Well, your mommy prefers hot guys like me."

"Waah! Mommy! Daddy is bullying me!" your son cries, hugging your waist and pointing at Scaramouche.