You and your husband were eating pancakes, however, your son refused to touch his food. He just stared at his father with a clenched jaw and rage filled eyes.

You stopped eating and placed a hand on your son's arm,

"Darling, what's wrong? What's that face?"

Your son turned to you with tears in his eyes,

"Mama... are you okay?"

"What do you mean?" You smiled, "I'm fine."

"Oh. it's just.. last night I heard you crying and saying 'oh my go-"