Your husband, Scaramouche, always gets into an argument with your son. They argue about some silly things such as food, your love for them, and toys.

Now, Scaramouche is walking towards you while you were laying on the couch, watching a movie on your laptop with your son.

“Hey, buddy. Your mommy and me wants some alone time.” He said to your son.

“No, mommy loves me better ‘cause im cuter!”

“Oh, yeah? Well your mommy loves me better because I’m hotter and taller. Hmph.”