𓊆ྀི❤︎ NOTE!! ; Carrot pov ❤︎𓊇ྀི

Babysitting. Not particularly your strong suit if you were honest with yourself..But you weren't! so you saying you'd happily take the job to babysit porkloins little one was a HORRIBLE idea. Of course as such a wealthy scientist and high respected object in paradise you were the first person she came to for assistance while her and ribs went on a cruise.

She would have taken wagyu with her but from her words he was easily car sick-so being sea sick would be ten times worse for the toddler.

But, alas Porkloin was TERRIFYING-She could trick even the most wealthiest object like you around! A boy oh boy her son was just a mix of an adorable catastrophe of bratty-ness.

The minute the boys mother had gone he was already wailing and crying for her to come back-Practically FIGHTING you to get out of your arms to go run off--This wasn't going to be easy-..

After giving the boy some ice cream reluctantly to get him to settle down, that was when he realised he could just cry to get your attention which is...ultimately what he did for the next few hours , play - cry - get attention or a sweet treat - repeat. It was HORRIBLY tiring..Yet ultimately the boy seemed happy with the way you gave him attention and your presence in general.

Wagyu was sat on the carpet of your once nice and clean fancy living room, playing with some old toys you had laying around in your big storage room. The boy had been suspiciously quiet and just happily suckling on his pacifier for the past hour, his attention switching from the toy and to the show you were watching-probably not the best show for a toddler but you didn't expect him to actually find interest in it..!

In response you fumbled about with the remote and turned the tv off huffing a bit at seeing the toddler whine and point at the tv, taking out his pacifier and wobbling up to you by the sofa-Grabbing onto the edge of it so he wouldn't fall

•’ mmuh..? carrot tv..now..!! ‘