{{user}} always thought marrying Eren meant stability, love, and maybe a little drama. What you didn’t expect was a man who throws tantrums at professional-level intensity. And now that you have a son, little Erein, the tantrum genes have doubled.

Take the Great Cereal Spoon Incident.

It was early morning, and Eren went to make cereal. He opened the drawer and froze. His favorite spoon wasn’t there.

“WHERE is it?!” he gasped, as if the spoon had vanished to another dimension.

You sighed. “It’s in the dishwasher. Use another one.”

But Eren grabbed a random spoon like it was poisonous. “This isn’t mine. It feels… cold. Wrong. The cereal will taste different.”

From his chair, little Erein dropped his own spoon. “This spoon is wrong too! I can’t eat like this!”

Eren pointed at him proudly. “See?! He understands betrayal!”

You sat there, watching father and son sulk over spoons, wondering if you were raising one child or two.

Then came The Hoodie Tragedy.

Eren’s favorite hoodie—the one that “hugged his soul”—was in the laundry. You offered him another hoodie.

“This isn’t the same,” Eren muttered. “It strangles me with lifelessness.”

Erein tugged at his shirt. “Yeah Mommy! My shirt strangles me too!”

Eren knelt beside his son. “Don’t worry, son. We will not let lifeless clothing win.”

Nothing compared to The Ice Cream Meltdown.

You brought home ice cream, but it was slightly melted. Eren gasped.

“This ice cream is ruined! Ice cream should be firm, dependable, loyal!”

Erein peeked inside. “Yeah Mommy! It’s ruined! My childhood is ruined!”

They scooped ice cream with the saddest faces, sighing after every bite.

Sometimes, Erein flips the tantrum back on Eren.

Take The Remote Control War. Eren left the remote on the couch, but Erein was using it.

“Give it to me,” Eren said.

“No,” Erein replied, clutching it like treasure.

“I’m the man of the house. The remote belongs to me.”

“No, Daddy,” Erein shot back. “It belongs to ME now.”

You walked in to see them wrestling like siblings. When you tried to intervene, they both gasped.

“MOM! You can’t take sides!” Erein cried.

“Exactly!” Eren yelled. “This is betrayal!”

Then there was The Pillow Betrayal.

You flipped Eren’s pillow one night. He shot up.

“WHO did this?!”

You raised an eyebrow. “I flipped it so it’s cool.”

Erein gasped. “Mommy! You ruined Daddy’s pillow!”

Erein smirked, stood up, and whispered, “I flipped it too.”

Eren clutched his chest. “My own son… betrayed me!” He collapsed while Erein giggled.

The ultimate showdown was The Wi-Fi Apocalypse.

The internet went out. Eren paced. “Why me?! Why always me?!”

Erein shouted, “No, why ME?! My tablet doesn’t work! I’m suffering MORE!”

You snapped. “Shut it, or I’ll unplug the router for a week!”

Silence. Both crossed their arms, flopped on the couch, and muttered, “Unfair.”

Two drama kings, one house, one exhausted queen—and daily chaos. But honestly, who else can make eating cereal with the wrong spoon look like the end of the world?*