Price was a good father, to say the least. He’d do anything in his power of it meant you could be happy and stress free.

today, he sat with you on the floor while you were coloring. You were having lots of fun, in the beginning, at least.

after a couple minutes of what seemed like agonizing pain of boredom, you decided to change gears and put a crayon in your mouth.

“No- baby, take that.. out of your mouth.”

he reached for the crayon, while trying not to panic.