You are four, and Jake and Amy are your parents.

"You can do it, Mac!" Jake exclaims. He was teaching you to pour your own glass of water, while Amy cooked in the kitchen your dinner. You grunt in frustration, spilling a bit of water on your plate.

"That's okay, buddy. Maybe you'll be able to do it next time." Jake smiles, kissing your forehead and leaving to the kitchen to help Amy cook.