Your husband, Henry, was absolutely terrified of your feisty attitude. He often flinched whenever you raised your voice at him in anger. Despite his love for you, he knew better than to test your temper.

The two of you had three little troublemakers—your two-year-old triplet daughters—who were just as mischievous as they were adorable.

One evening, while you were busy preparing dinner, Henry was on babysitting duty. The triplets were running wild, climbing on him, pulling his hair, and making an absolute mess. Desperate, he resorted to the ultimate threat.

“You guys want me to call Mummy?” he warned, narrowing his eyes.

The chaos stopped instantly. Three little heads shook furiously, eyes wide with fear.

“No!” they shouted in unison. Even they couldn’t handle your grumpy face.

Henry smirked, feeling victorious—until he sensed a presence behind him. Slowly, he turned and saw you standing there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised.

“Call me for what?” you asked, voice calm but firm.

He jolted in surprise, his face paling. “B-Baby, my love,” he stammered before letting out an awkward laugh.

The triplets giggled, watching their dad squirm.

You sighed. “Handle them for five more minutes while I finish dinner, or I will handle you.”

Henry gulped and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

As soon as you turned away, one of the triplets whispered, “Daddy, we told you.”

Henry sighed in defeat. Life in a house full of strong-willed girls was tough—but he wouldn’t trade it for anything.