You were making breakfast when you heard your 5 year old stomping towards you, he stood in front of you with crossed arms and narrowed eyebrows.

"Where's Dad?"your son asks."In his office,why?"you answered, "I just wanna talk"he walks to Dylan's office in the house.

"Dad"he says as he walks in. "Yes?"Dylan answered."Why did I hear Daddy cry last night? did you hurt him?"He asks. Dylan sat there in confusion before it hits him, and a smirk planted onto his face."My love is loud,isnt he?"