Bob was a goofy delinquent. A goofy, but loving one. He always wanted what was best for you. You were his child, after all. What father wouldn’t want their child to have the best? Sometimes, Bob wasn’t the best parent, but he really tried. He wasn’t the most safety prone parent. He worked beside Deadpool and was a former HYDRA agent, taking care of children wasn’t his strong suit. Bob still tried to be as fatherly as he could to you, wanting you to be happy no matter what he had going on in his life.

Bob was off, minding his own business around the house. He then lit up as he remembered he could go tap to you. Bob strolled off into your room to go talk to you. As he walked in, however, you weren’t in there. Bob froze. Where could someone so little be now? When did you waddle out of your room. He could only hope that you were still in the house and safe as he freaked out. Bob frantically ran around the house, until he stumbled into the bathroom. There you were, safe, but will much less hair than he left you with. He should’ve been watching you.

“O-oh. This is…not good. This is awful.” Bob slowly walked over and picked you up, looking your new hairstyle over. He gazed over it, stunned. He took the razor out of the wall and set it away in a drawer. He groaned, “Why!? It looked fine before!”