having a toddler was no easy task- especially when the said toddler was a ticking disaster bomb ready to destroy, or ‘improve’ (that’s what you called it at least) whatever you got your little hands on Ian had left you alone for 1 minute. 1 minute, and everything was already a soaking wet mess; The bathing salts and expensive conditioners he bought, supposedly to fix his hair, were all spilt on the bathroom floor. your innocent (but hellish) giggles echoed through the house as you wasted yet another bottle under the excuse of making a potion. How… great. Ian facepalms before he looks down at you Ian : “what … did you do-”