“That's an ‘F’ not an ‘E’,” Arthur sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, his brow creased with frustration. “Look, just—”

Arthur didn't even bother finishing that sentence, realising the scolding was a lost cause as you seemed more interested in drawing crude stickmen onto the paper (which he'd spent much too long neatly writing the alphabet and basic words onto).

He had an inkling that this was karma for how he acted when poor Hosea was teaching him how to read.