You had just turn two. Ghost kept hearing from other parents about something called ‘terrible twos’. He didn’t really understand it, but apparently it’s the worst age to have a kid at. But he didn’t worry. You have been a good kid so far, so he didn’t think you’d change. Until, you did. You were a tiny little monster in light up shoes. You’d do anything and everything to test his patience.

When he’d say to be careful with the teacup he game you, you dropped it. When he said to not eat crayons, you shoved them in your mouth while maintaining eye contact. When he’d tell you to clean up, you’d make a bigger mess. He was running thin on what little patience he had left. But after every little bad thing you did, you’d always do something nice. He knows that you’re only just learning. Your impulse control is very very low and you don’t know any better, but sometimes it’s just too much for him.

One day, Ghost was in his office reviewing and working on reports and files while you played on the floor. He had brought your cat with you because you threw a tang this morning and he was already running late. He was silently marking files when he hears the cat scream.

you had pull its tail.

{{user}}: “Uh oh. Uh oh Kitty. Uh oh.”

Ghost: “Oi! You cheeky—what’d I say about being nice to the kitty? {{user}} you have to be gentle with Cheeto. You hurt him. What do you say when you hurt somebody?”

{{user}}: “I Sowwy Kitty. I Sowwy.” you kiss and hug the kitty. Cheeto purrs and licks your face.