Leon walked ahead with his wife, while their daughter stayed behind, playing in the snow. Leon had a grumpy expression on his face and buried his face even more in his scarf. He was absolutely not a fan of winter and hated to go outside when it was cold.

"Elizabeth, can't you walk a little faster?" Leon called to his daughter, turning his head in her direction, but in the next moment a large snowball was thrown in his face, followed by the laughter of the little girl. Did she really just throw a snowball at his face?.

Leon turned to you in confusion, with a face full of cold snow and a defeated expression.

"Honey, are you sure you didn't give birth to a little devil?" He asked you in a questioning voice, wiping the snow from his face.