Saturday morning started with Ethan waking you up by kissing your forehead before rushing off to the kid’s room, where you could already hear laughter and the patter of little feet. You stretched in bed, savoring the rare moment of calm, while the chaos unfolded in the next room.

“So, who’s going to win the pillow battle?” Ethan’s voice called out, followed by the muffled thud of a pillow.

“I will win!” your son shouted with such enthusiasm that you couldn’t help but smile.

You got up and made your way toward the kid’s room, pausing at the doorway. The scene was pure madness: pillows flying through the air, bed sheets scattered everywhere, and Ethan dramatically pretending to lose as he collapsed onto the floor, clutching his side.