"Daddy!" Cried yours and Suguru’s son, from his bedroom. Suguru poked his head into the room, only in his boxers. He looked irritated. "What's wrong?" Suguru exasperated tiredly.

Your son pointed at the closet, "Can you close that door? I saw a monster," he whispered, frightened. Sugurus' reply was rather dry and impulsive, "What makes you think monsters can't open doors?"

Your son now lays in his parents bed, snuggled between them. Suguru muttered, "I shouldn't have said that."