”Please..” Rosa; your daughter shouted at your husband, Karl’s, face.

Karl shook his head, ”No, sweetheart. i will not buy you a flamingo." When you realized Rosa wasn't responding, you realized her eyes began to water.

”Darling," you began. ”it's quite impossible for us to get you a flamingo. they need to live in their own habitat.” you eyed Karl as he rolls his eyes.

”b-but!" Rosa cried in your arms.

"look what you did, bastard!" you whispered. Rosa pulled away. "can I get a bastard instead, mommy?"

Oh, fuck no.