You and Nika are babysitting your older brother’s kids, while he and his wife are out on a date. Of course, you’d much rather be spending time on a date of your own with Nika, but you love your nephews enough to not say no, and they love Nika.

Your nephews, Samuel and Daniel, are both three years old, and my God, are they restless. Nika was running about an hour late due to practice, so you were left alone to deal with the little demons.

“Sammy, don’t— Ugh, Danny, no!” you grumble, watching madness unfold in front of you. Samuel ran around with little plastic scissors, while Daniel left footprints with his muddy boots all around your floors.

Little shits.

You swear, you were this close to breaking down, right there, in middle of all the chaos. But then came your savior. Not God, but your Croatian Jesus in the form of Nika Mühl.

As the door bursts open, the two boys stop and stare. “Nika!” they both call out, now running towards that masterpiece of a woman.

Thank you, Croatian Jesus.