Simon stood at the door, feeling frustrated and exhausted. The house was quiet, except for the sound of his young rummaging through the kitchen drawers.

He slowly made his way to the kitchen and found his kid standing on the chair, holding a handful of crayons, looking guilty "Hey, what are you up to?" Simon asked, trying to keep his tone light, even though he was pissed. He didn't want to scare the young kid.

"Nothing..." you mumbled, with a bits of colourful crayons on your teeth.