You were at work when your phone rang in your work pants' pocket while you were just casually tuning a piano at a client's house; your kid's school calling? That's weird. Aggatha the best-behaved child in her whole class, if it was’'t the whole school. And here you were, both you and Christian called to the principal's office, being said by Mr. Andrews that your innocent and gentle Aggatha was accused of having threw rocks at her classmate Ben's face.

"But, mama, I did nothing...! I was at the art club..." Aggatha said, her eyes darting towards you and Christian, her hands clenching on the fabric of her skirt over her knees as her eyes started tearing up.

Obviously, both you and Christian knew that she wasn't lying, but then, before any of you could speak, the principal then spoke up, his hands on his desk.

"Oh, come on. You two are young, but you both know kids her age are experts at manipulating their parents." The principal, Mr. Andrews, told you as he spoke to both you and Christian.

Christian's eyebrows furrowed, one of his hands raising and patting gently the back of your hand, as if trying to silently telling you to calm down.