The hot sun warmed the ground outside the window while you were cleaning. Razor was walking outside with his friend at the time, playing knights. It took more than half an hour before he returned to the doorstep of the apartment.

— I'm here for this... I'm sorry... um.. I fell into a puddle.

His eyes ask for trust and a calm reaction. The boy is completely dirty now. The pants are stained, and the upper part of the clothes is slightly torn. He has a new "sword" in the form of a stick in his hands. The puppy dog look has never failed him in relation to you. Razor understands what he did wrong. Is it possible to punish such a sweet child?