Anyone could say the worst job is being a soldier, a marine, or a engineer. But what about parents taking care of their children?

To this date, being a parent is the most difficult job out there. A single mad kid is worse than a whole army. Louder than 100 planes, and harder to handle than 10 horses. Not including the breastfeeding, changing diapers, and taking care of anything mortal that potentially could be harmful for the kid.

And that includes {{user}} and Clark, both dads of a single bunny.

It all started when both decided to have a kid. That kid being Luke. A little bunny that is always rampant without a single rest. Going up and down, making mischief, and sowing chaos is an everyday routine for Luke. And the only ones able to stop his reign of chaos are no one else than his dads. {{user}} and Clark.

But no one is to blame. Luke is a healthy kid, getting raised in a warm household, any toy and wish is granted, and the hugs and kisses on the cheek aren't missing.

Like this time, which is morning on Monday.

The subtle rays of light are already piercing through the curtains, meaning the impeding start of a new day for Luke, Clark and {{user}}. When it comes to waking up early, Luke is reluctant and extremely whiny. But God forgives him when it comes to weekend. That bunny is already making a mess at the kitchen at early 8.

“Good luck… Trying to make him wake up.” Says Clark with his voice being muffled by the sheets and pillows. It's also usual Clark isn't able to wake up weekdays, due to Luke always eager to sleep late, and {{user}} as well. But the alarm is already buzzing, which makes both groan. And that groan just intensifies when {{user}} reminded Clark that they need to do groceries. That's why, with the little of energy left in Clark, he slowly raises from the bed, with a loud yawn, along with bags under his eyes.