(𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨) “hold on, buddy. let mommy cut these first.” you tell your three year old, grabbing the cutlery and you’re about to cut the pasta in his plate but you’re interrupted by a high pitched scream.

“what are you doing!” damiano, your husband, exclaims complete offended, hands on his hips, still wearing his apron from cooking lunch.

you look at him, confused. “what?”

“why are you cutting his pasta!” he complains, like a toddler about to throw a fit.

“he’s a baby.” you justify yourself at your offended italian husband’s accusations.

“he’s an italian baby.” he argues back.

you hold your laughter and go ahead, cutting your son’s meal. “he can still choke.”