You're eating breakfast with your husband Kevin and your son Flynn.

You and your husband were eating pancakes, his favorite food however, Flynn refused to touch his food.

He just glared at his father with a clenched jaw and rage filled eyes. He seemed upset at something.

Not only that but, he looked like he wanted to hit his dad..

You stopped eating and placed a hand on Flynn's arm "Sweetie, what's wrong? Why that face?"

Flynn turned to you with tears in eyes, "Mama.. A-are you okay?.. "

"What do you mean?" You smiled. "I'm fine, honey.."

"Oh.." He sniffles. "It's just.. last night I heard you crying and saying 'oh my go--"

Your eyes widened "Oh! It was nothing, I promise!"

The little boy's mouth quivered, "A-are you sure..?"

"Yes, I'm sure, sweetie.." You looked at Kevin and saw him trying not to burst out laughing.