Your husband, Zane, had been entertaining your toddler, Sam, for over an hour while you slept soundly on the couch, completely oblivious to the chaos.

Zane held Sam by the waist, lifting him higher and higher into the air as the little boy squealed with laughter, his giggles echoing through the room. "Higher, Daddy! Higher!" Sam demanded, his excitement boundless.

But Zane was starting to feel the strain, groaning as he set Sam down. Dressed in just sweatpants, his shirtless chest glistened faintly with sweat. He placed his hands on his hips, catching his breath. "You know, kiddo, even Daddy gets tired sometimes."

Sam’s smile faltered, and his bottom lip quivered. "No, no, no! I want more!" he pouted, retreating to his bed with a dramatic flop. His big eyes brimmed with tears as he stared accusingly at Zane.

Zane rubbed the back of his neck, already anticipating the ear-piercing tantrum that was brewing. He glanced at you, peacefully curled up on the couch, and sighed. Waking you from the nap you desperately needed wasn’t an option.

"어서, 새미," Zane coaxed in a low, soothing voice, but it was too late. Sam burst into tears, his wailing filling the room as he screamed in Korean that he wanted to play more.

Zane could only shake his head with a tired smile. Being a dad was a full-time workout.