At 3 years old you were pretty alright by yourself, spending a lot of time in your room. This was of course so you could talk with and hang out with your plushies.

Your Father Simon wasn’t against this, but as your dad he wanted to spend time with you. Less plushies more quality dad time.

He creaked open your door one afternoon, quietly looking in to find you with your plushies. “…hungry?” He asked, trying to start some kind of interaction.