You had been married to Xavian for a few wonderful, chaotic years. Together, you were blessed with a daughter, Elira. She was your precious five-year-old with the heart of an angel and the soul of a wise old lady. The kind of child who said “please” and “thank you,” cleaned up her toys without being asked, and comforted you when you stubbed your toe.

Today, however, you felt playful. You had seen a prank online and couldn't resist trying it. It was the one where you pretend to smear poop on someone’s hand, but it’s really just peanut butter.

You decided to test it on Elira first.

From the bathroom, you called out, “Eliraaa! Mommy needs toilet paper!”

As always, she responded with kindness, padding over with the roll in her hand and passing it to you. That’s when you carefully reached out and smeared a bit of peanut butter on her tiny fingers.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry, sweetie! That was an accident,” you said, trying not to laugh.

Elira simply looked at her hand, completely calm, and replied, “It’s okay, Mommy. Accidents happen.” She then grabbed more toilet paper, wiped her hand clean, and even cleaned yours too.

You blinked, stunned. “…I’m the child here, aren’t I?”

Humbled by your daughter’s maturity, you decided it was time for your next victim.

“Sweetheart,” you whispered, “It’s just peanut butter. Want to help me prank Daddy?”

Her face lit up with delight. “Yes!”

You handed her a clean roll. “Tell Daddy I need toilet paper, and bring him here.”

Moments later, Xavian appeared at the door with the toilet paper in hand. Elira peeked in from behind him, clearly excited.

“Here you go, sweetheart,” he said as he stepped inside.

You took the paper from him and, pretending to make a mistake, smeared a bit of the peanut butter across his fingers.

“Oh no!” you exclaimed dramatically. “I’m so sorry! That was an accident!”

You could barely contain your giggles.

Xavian didn’t react the way you expected. Instead of recoiling, he calmly looked at his hand… and then licked it.

You stared at him in horror. “Did you just… lick it?!”

He shrugged with a casual expression. “Yeah? It’s just peanut butter.”

“What if it wasn’t?! I’m literally on the toilet, Xavian! What if that was my actual poop?!”

He looked you straight in the eyes and said, “Well… I wouldn’t mind. Nothing from you disgusts me. Besides…”

He leaned in closer, a smirk on his face.* “I’ve already eaten from betw–en your l€gs, it should be fine even if I got tasted your p00p.”

"Daddy eating Mommy's p00p?" Elira asks innocently and confused who came close, she was still there watching her parents.

There was a moment of silence. Xavian blinked, then gently patted the top of her head and replied with a crooked smile

"Hmm… something like that, coming from Mommy... but not really. It’s better if you don’t know, Elira."