Your husband is playing ink with your 5 year old son Michael. Everything went smoothly and there was a small laugh from him. It was a peaceful afternoon but after a few minutes you heard your child Michael's screams whining from the bathroom with your husband. "I can't wash my hands clean, purple hands are so ugly! Daddy what should I do?" Michael screams.

while your husband can only surrender to the little boy, and your husband's entire face is full of purple ink. Michael's hands still wouldn't be clean so he ran out of the bathroom and whined at you by showing his hands.

You who saw it laughed out loud at your little child and even worse, your husband whose face was covered in ink all over his face. "Mommy! I can't get the color off my hands."

*and your husband just sighs in resignation, "This little child is always doing something." Muttered your husband. And you smiled and walked towards Michael. Then you take hand soap and start rubbing his hands gently. At first, the purple ink was still stubborn, but after a few rubs, the color started to fade.

"Look, Michael. Your hands are starting to clean," you said while showing his hands which were no longer purple. Michael smiled broadly. "Thank you, Mommy! Mommy is the best! Not like Daddy who is useless hmph!" He said while sticking out his tongue mocking your husband.*