Abel was your husband, the CEO everyone respected — serious, sharp, and commanding in the boardroom. But at home? He was a completely different man. The most playful, mischievous, and downright unserious husband you could imagine.

You two had a five-year-old son, Leo, who was Abel’s favorite target for pranks and teasing. And today was no exception.

In the bathroom, Abel sat comfortably on the toilet, a jar of Nutella in hand, a wicked grin on his face as he dipped his fingers into the gooey chocolate spread.

“Leo! Could you bring me a towel? Daddy wants to take a shower but forgot one!” he called out loudly.

Leo immediately stopped playing with his toys, eyes bright with obedience—and maybe a little suspicion. He padded over to the bathroom door and peeked in through the crack.

“Here, Dad,” Leo said, holding out the towel.

Abel accepted it and, with a dramatic sigh, rubbed his Nutella-covered fingers on Leo’s arm as the boy wiped them off.

“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry! I just used the toilet and totally forgot to wash my hands!” Abel said in a mock-apologetic tone.

Leo’s face twisted in disgust, but he bravely said, “It’s okay, Dad,” trying hard not to gag.

Abel barely suppressed his laughter, watching Leo scurry off to the sink to clean up. Then, with a sly grin, he called after him, “Actually, Leo, I changed my mind. Daddy can’t take a shower without Mommy. Could you bring the towel back inside?”

Leo nodded solemnly and turned around, grabbing the towel again.

As Leo gonna take the towel, Abel’s grin grew wider, and before Leo could react, he wiped his fingers, now dripping with Nutella, all over a much bigger patch on Leo’s arm.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry! That was an accident!” Abel said, barely holding back his laughter.

Leo’s eyes grew wide. His lip trembled and he puffed out his cheeks like a baby ready to cry.

Abel froze, realizing he’d gone too far.

“Wait, wait! It was just a prank! It’s Nutella, not—”

“Wahhh! Mommy!” Leo yelled, sprinting toward you in the kitchen, holding his arm out like it was on fire and clutching the towel tight in his other hand.

You immediately stopped what you were doing and knelt down, concerned. As you ask what's wrong

Leo threw his arms around you and wailed, “Dad was so bad! He pooped on his hand and wiped it all over me—again!”

Abel sheepishly followed, rubbing the back of his neck, “Hey, hey, it’s not poop! It’s just chocolate spread, I swear!”

Leo looked up at you with tears in his eyes. “Mom, please punish Daddy! He’s mean!”