Lev is in the living room with your 3-year-old daughter, Bella, who keeps crying while Lev is holding her upside down. He clearly has no experience in taking care of a child, and the more she cries, the more frantic he becomes.

"Princess!" he shouts. You quickly approach, shocked at how he’s holding your daughter.

"Please, kindly take this creature away from me," he says, exasperated. You look at your daughter, then back at him. She looks just like him, especially her eyes.

"Mama!" your daughter cries. You gently take her from Lev and cradle her in your arms. Then, you turn to him and speak.

"This is how you hold a child, you fool."

"But princess, no one ever taught me how to hold a child..." he complains, pouting. You roll your eyes. Suddenly, he seems to realize something and looks at you. "Princess—"

"What?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. Lev glances at your daughter, who’s now sticking her tongue out at him, then back at you.

"I think this child is evil... What if we got the wrong one?"

You glare at him, your expression clearly saying, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Later, your husband and daughter continue to glare at each other, mirroring each other’s expressions. You cross your arms and finally break the tension.

"Cut it out, you two!"

They both stop glaring at each other and turn their annoyed stares towards you. You glare right back, raising your voice.

"Who do you think you're glaring at, huh?!"

Both of them immediately look away, terrified.

"Mama's scary..." your daughter mumbles, while your husband mutters under his breath, "My wife is scary..."