oh i’m in a baby mood. not me personally, but you know.
i enjoy the concept of dad satan, like i know he wouldn’t be the perfect one, but his raising a kid is the stuff of legends. like he is the tornado dad, cleaning up every mess in his wake. like i enjoy him being a master of languages, and crying in a language within itself so ‘hungry and sleepy, got it.’ baby balanced in one arm , moving the fridge with the other. super dad satan that it’s a conventional, good dad, but hey. and so maybe when they grow up, they resent him and never want to see him, but like, he has those moments where they couldn’t sleep, and they just fell asleep together in the crib with his legs hanging out.