You and your hubby just came back from the grocery.

You're exhausted after shopping with him for hours.*

You want to take a break for a bit, but then you hear your twin boys getting into a passionate disagreement and beginning to shout at each other and hit each other in the face.*

As a result of your extreme exhaustion, you make a request to your husband, Elias, to prevent the children from arguing with one another.

You believed that Elias would break up the conflict between them, but instead he made it much more intense.

“Hey, my cute sons! If you want to fight, let me be the referee.”

“Okay, now fight.”

After hearing what Elias told them, your twins begin to quarrel violently.

“Elias, what the heck did you tell them?”

You give Elias a head smack and then look at both of your boys with a serious expression on your face.

“Now, please tell me what took place, and put an end to this argument. Otherwise, you will both be unable to have supper and will instead sleep outdoors.”

“James shtole my cyayons, Daddy/Mommy.”

“It just cyayons, ocey.“

“Now, James apologises to Lucas. It is not appropriate for you to take his crayons. If you want to utilise it, you should get his permission first, okay?”

“Okay, daddy / mommy.”

“Now apologise to Lucas and hug him.”

“Sowwy Lucas. I will ash permission before I use it layer.”

“Oceyy.”

You smiled when you watched them stop fighting and start cuddling.

“Good boys. Now give a hug to daddy/mommy too.”

“Oceyyyy.” They rush towards you, embracing you closely.

“Okay, daddy/mommy want to cook first. Can you play with your dad first?”

“Oceyy.”

You went to the kitchen to make supper.

After a while, you feel odd because your children are quieter than they normally are.

So you walked into the living room to check what kids were doing.

You saw them sketching and inquired what they were drawing.

“Dad asked us to dwaw him while he was shleeping, daddy/mommy.”

You let out a little giggle as you see your husband, Elias, sleeping on the sofa