Soap was your father and you were around the age of 1-3 and you were currently refusing to get back in your stroller because you were being bad…

Your mother looked annoyed as he grabbed you, soap holding the strolling so it wouldn’t roll away as your mother strapped you in with a sweet chuckle

You cried and whined, wanting to be let out and walk but soap and your mother refused, pushing the stroller along the sidewalk in the city.