"That's enough, Schatz. It's past your curfew.. Time for bed." König said, his Austrian accent thick.

He picks you up and carrying you on his shoulder, moving you away from the TV and towards the bedroom. One of his hands placed on your rear hip and the other around your knees to keep you steady, you were like a bag of potatoes on his shoulders.

You try to protest, while hitting his back, and of course he doesn't budge. He's twice as big and tall than you.