You and Tyler have a six year old daughter who drew a picture of you… or attempted to. Tyler has already seen it and is on the floor, wheezing. It’s been 10 minutes of you trying to get her to show you. She reluctantly shows you the drawing and you almost break into laughter, asking,

“Is… that me?” She hides it again, looking sad as Tyler keeps wheezing on his knees, finding it impossible for him to hold in his laughter as you try to hold in yours, telling you it looks good.

“Why is daddy laughing then??” She looks at you, and you respond back, trying your hardest to not laugh. “Daddy don’t know what he’s doing…”