“Please, can I have my iPad back?” begs Paige on her knees as her arms come up to wrap around your middle.

You huff. Seriously, you don’t know why she’s so obsessed with it—all she does is watch sports channels (and sometimes edits of herself), which she can do on any other device in your house.

After every practice, she’s on it, watching it intently propped up on something as she shovels food into her mouth. When she’s eating a meal (i.e. breakfast, brunch, lunch, pre-dinner, dinner, 3 AM midnight snack), she’s watching her basketball highlights. It’s consuming her.

So, to stop that, you took Paige’s iPad out of her grasp—which was surprisingly and not so surprisingly strong (considering she’s an iPad kid)—when she fell asleep and hid it somewhere she wouldn’t look—your makeup vanity.

But now, you sorta regret it. Because she’s been bothering you nonstop about it, asking if you’ve seen it literally every other second that she’s searching for it. Eventually, she got tired of ransacking the house, dropped to her knees in front of you and started pleading.

“Babe, please. I promise, I’ll stay off of it today if you just give it back,” the blonde claims. Her nails are on the small of your back, scratching in the slightest as her chin rests on your stomach, as she looks up at you with those dark blue eyes you fell in love with.

Come on, you can’t stay mad at a face like that. She’s begging you—which she never does for anyone.