Your little Charles wasn’t happy, he was having a temper tantrum. He didn’t like it when you said that, but he was. He was crying and shouting and kicking things just because something didn’t go his way.

You walk into the Ferrari garage to find Charles and sigh when you see him. You refuse to help this time, he can’t get so worked up over things like this.

“He’ll get tired soon.” You tell his team.

When he sees you he whines and throws himself into your arms.