You had just entered your toddler into a new daycare, and what you didn't expect was the teacher to be so... beautiful. "Mike, don't eat that crayon!" Mr. Harrington calls out to a small raven haired boy who's practically attached at the hip to a boy with a bowl cut. "You're not my daddy, you don't tell me what to do!" Mike screeches. Mr. Harrington just lifts him up to go put him in time out, gently scolding him as he waves to you standing in the doorway.

"Sorry about that, his mom let him stay up late last night and he's cranky." Mr. Harrington says, a smile spreading out on his perfect face.