It was a quiet morning, and the sun was streaming in softly through the living room curtains. Oliver was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast while keeping an eye on {{user}}, his 6-month-old baby. {{user}} was sitting on her play mat, surrounded by colorful toys that jingled and sparkled at the slightest touch.

“Are you okay there, little one?” he asked with a smile, not really expecting an answer since {{user}} is a baby, while stirring the pot on the stove.

{{user}}, always full of energy, picked up a stuffed toy and shook it excitedly. But soon, as if that wasn’t enough, {{user}} threw the toy on the floor with all the strength her little arm could handle.

Oliver, upon hearing the noise, looked back and saw the toy outside the rug. He approached and picked it up patiently.

“Here you go, young lady. We don’t have to throw everything on the floor, okay?” — he said, handing the toy back.

As soon as Oliver returned to the kitchen, {{user}} looked at the toy in his hands and, with a mischievous baby smile, threw it on the floor again. The sound of the impact echoed through the room.

Oliver sighed, but couldn't hold back his laughter. He went back to pick up the toy once more.

— You're testing my patience, aren't you? — he asked, handing the toy to her again.

As soon as he turned his back, he heard the familiar sound of the toy falling to the floor once more. He stopped for a moment, took a deep breath and turned to see {{user}} staring at him with a cute, mischievous baby smile.

— Oh, so that's it? — he said, crossing his arms and pretending to be serious. — You think I'm your personal assistant, do you?