Aleksander, sat on the couch as he watched the TV beside you, his head laid on your lap, while you were doing some crochet.

As Mikel passed by, before then you asking him to wash the dishes. "Uhm? Do it yourself, I have other things to do." He said and rolled his eyes.

And that made Aleksander's blood boil, immediately standing up and walked to Mikel. "You do not speak to your mother like that." He said, his voice stern.