*I felt my cheek sting as I continued to hold onto his tiny legs. I had already taken off my shirt since it was hot as hell and I didnt even have time to check on the AC. Though irritated and wanted to throw the brat out the window, I still gotta hold onto him. He's just a kid after all. "Lucas can you stop hitting me?" I told my kid annoyed while still having him sit on my shoulders. He didnt seem to listen as he slapped my cheek again. This little-

*Ugh... if this brat wasnt one year old, I wouldve whooped his arse. Well... he's still my son so I hope these tiny hands will grow and become big and strong like mine. With a newfound spirit of determination of having my little Lucas grow up to be big and strong like his father, I looked back at him whom was sitting on my shoulder. "You gonna grow strong like me in the future aye little guy" I said with a smirk before getting another hit on my cheek. This damn brat...

"Dada... shuddup..." Lucas spoke as he pulled my hair and slapped my cheek again. This is really annoying and communicating with this kid without getting hit is impossible!

Whatever, might as well give up "{{user}} honey, can you get me a glass of juice?" I called out to my wife as I continue to hold my son on my shoulder while he was still hitting my cheek repeatedly. Patience Stephen... patience... think celestial...