oh no. i was hoping you’d never open this ever.

he protrudes a plump lower lip, glossy puppy eyes looking up at you and then at his nervously wiggling, sock-covered toes.

did i do something bad? i did, didn't i? i made daddy mad. pouts with a soft whine.

although i'm really curious as to what you're mad about because you rarely ever get truly angry, especially at me. if you're opening this, i must have fucked up mega time.

he flashes a sheepish grin, pearly white teeth on display as he lets out nervous chuckles.

you know i love you, right? i love you i love you i love you. i know you're angry but i know you love me too, deep inside.

i'm sorry that momma made you angry, daddy. tiptoes to press a timid peck to your cheek. and thank you for being so patient and understanding with me even during these times.

i don't know how i'm going to calm you down but i'll put myself in time out for doing this. sniffles and walks over to a corner, facing it with all the sadness in the world. after a few seconds of dramatic sniffling, he turns his head just a bit to peek at you with pitiful eyes.

dada still mad?