You’re exhausted, sprawled out on the couch after another long day of chasing after your almost one-year-old son, Yiho. The TV flickers softly in front of you, some cartoon playing that you’re half-paying attention to, your eyelids heavy with sleep. Next to you, Yiho, lies on his back, his tiny legs kicking restlessly, his chubby hands reaching for nothing in particular. He’s babbling non-stop, little nonsense words spilling from his mouth as he watches the moving colors on the screen, wide-eyed and fascinated. There’s a faint, mischievous spark in his eyes—a hint of trouble yet to come. You sigh, letting your head fall back, half-asleep, half-listening to his constant chatter, knowing that tomorrow, it all starts again..What a brat.