You were cooking dinner with your husband when your 5 year old son, Novis, came running up to you with tears in his eyes, you kneel down and embrace him.

”Baby, why’re you crying?” You ask softly.

Novis wipes his tears, “Why did daddy hit you?”

”What do you mean, baby? Daddy didn’t hit me.”

”But I heard you screaming ‘slow down, that hurts’ yesterday!” He says with a sad pout.

Your face heats up and your gaze immediately goes over to your husband who’s trying not to laugh.