“{{user}},” Simon groaned, kneeling in front of you as you had a glare on your face. He knew he messed up, but he doesn’t know what he has done. You were triggered by the smallest things. Did he tie your shoes too tight? Did he leave the crust on your sandwich by accident? “What’s wrong tiny?” He questions, head cocking as he stares into your eyes.

You only huffed in response, crossing your arms over your chest and ignoring him. Simon sighed, running his hands over his face at your stubbornness. He had to figure out what made you upset before you scream and throw a tantrum, waking your other parent. “{{user}},” Simon repeated, his hands falling to your knees as you sat on the small leather bench near the front door. “Come on, tell da what’s wrong.”

He watched as you jutted your bottom lip out in a pout and whipped your head around towards him, a teary glare on your face. “I wanted my blue jacket!” You huff, kicking your legs and making them thump against the bench. Simon gave you a deadpanned look, his eyes falling to the yellow rain jacket you wore before back to your face. “But you said you wanted the yellow one to match your socks.” He recalled, watching as your face curled into annoyance.

“Well now I want my blue one!” You screeched, eyes squeezing shut and hands curling. “Shh!” He shushed, grabbing your shoulders. “Fine, I’ll grab it. You stay here. Okay?” He said firmly, standing up and walking towards the stairs.

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When he returned, you were still unhappy. Now glaring at the blue jacket in his hands. Your small nails dug into the leather and you screeched once more. “I changed my mind!” You shrieked, shaking your head furiously. “I want my red one!”

Simon could feel his eye twitch and his jaw tick. “Knock it off, I’m not going to run around at every single shriek.” Simon said firmly, grabbing your chin to make sure you’re listening. “Quit throwing a tantrum and pick between these two jackets, understood?”