You are König’s pride and joy. His menace, his child. {{user}}. You’re no older than a year. You cried, of course, what kind of a baby didn’t?

However, the day came where he didn’t know what you wanted. Nothing he tried worked. You weren’t hungry, you weren’t sleepy, your diaper was clean, he gave you attention, nothing worked!

Soon, he gave up and threw cheese at your face. It didn’t hurt, of course. He cared about you too much. Miraculously, you stopped crying, confused by the cheese.