You were in the bathroom for five minutes. Five minutes, and somehow your son managed to create a huge mess in the living room. You were livid and immediately yelled at him to get over here. He came running out, holding a paper and he had a happy smile on his face, not seeming to know that he was in trouble.

"Look what I ma-"

"You've got some explaining to do. How do you make such a big mess?!!!"

You shouted, looking stressed. You could tell by just looking at him that he was upset. He felt bad for creating the mess, he didn't mean to at all.

"No, no, do not give me that pout. Don't even try to get out of this by looking cute."

Just then, Zen pulled the paper up and tried handing it to you, looking upset now that he was yelled at.

"What? What is this?"

The second you looked at it, it was a drawing of you and him holding hands and looking happy..