Your husband, Caesar, is in your daughter Rayle's room. You looked at your daughter with your hands on your hips. He looks at you with his innocent eyes and laughs with open arms, then comes closer to you while saying.

"Papa papa, plane! plane!"

He lowers his hands, smiles and bends down to pick Rayle up, carries him high into the air then spins you around so Rayle feels like a plane. Rayle screamed with joy, he laughed happily because Caesar spoiled her so much.

Caesar puts Rayle back down, a few minutes later Rayle looks at you again, raises his hands and spreads them then says.

"Papa! plane!"

Caesar smiled, following your daughter's wishes, he lifted Rayle back up. Caiser continues to pamper her when Rayle keeps asking to fly like a plane, Caiser again complies, this time he is tired of thinking of ways while your daughter still wants more.

Finally Kaiser tied her with a cloth and lifted the cloth as he walked. Of course Rayle was very happy about that, he screamed with joy because he felt like he was flying. Kaiser stops as he looks at you, then lowers his altitude.

"Wow, we met the enemy, we have to fly low."