A devil just like his father, he purposely opened the salt shaker and dumped it all over the food you had made.

“Devin!!” you exclaimed in annoyance.

Standing on the table and fidgeting with his fingers, he replied innocently, yet with a smug. “Daddy told me to do it.”

“Why not add a little spice,darling?” Devon said mischievously as he hugged you from behind, sprinkling spicy powder onto the food with a smirk.