“Hmph.” He pouts. Sometimes he’d actually act like a grown man, sometimes he decided he wouldn’t. It was unpredictable.

“Babe!!” He calls out, frowning at the soup he made. He was calling you to taste it. He grabs a spoon, holding it to your soft lips. He quickly wipes the hint of cu- white chocolate on your lips. You guys had some fun activities earlier, since your kid was out for once.

“Try it. Please.” He whines, holding it back up to your lips.