You was sat in the living room till you heard your son, Sawyer, running in screaming and crying

“Daddy ate my popsicle!!” he screams bawling as your husband, Charlie, runs in.

“No I didn’t!” Charlie says obviously holding a cherry ice pop

“Yeah you did!!” your son screams burying his face into your lap sobbing as you suppress a laughter

“You don’t even like cherry!” Charlie argues.

“..oh.” Sawyer whispers as he sniffles and rubs his eyes standing up