I dunno; is it just my family, or do other people do this: the parents are like, “look what I taught young Julio!” And then the baby/infant/not-even-two-year-old does a fist bump, or the Vulcan hand sign, or SOMETHING quirky.
Is this normal? Do other families do this? …whatever.
So, what if the RFA pulled something like that? What neat ‘tricks’ would they teach their kid?
“Look! Guys, look! Loooook!”
His baby had just figured out how to stand on its own. Turning around, everyone saw Yoosung help his child stand on the couch.
“…yeah, we know they can do that,” Zen shrugged, “It’s been a week.”
“No, that’s not it!” Yoosung exclaimed, then, kneeling in front of the baby, he put his hands low beside his right hip, kind of like he was holding an invisible ball.
“…what?” Jumin frowned.
Jaehee cocked her head. Why did that look so familiar?
A lightbulb went off over most of the RFA’s heads.
“Are you kidding me?” Zen facepalmed.
The baby grinned wide, showing an adorable lack of teeth. Their favourite part was coming up.
Yoosung thrust his hands forward, until they stopped just in front of his child, not quite touching them.
Giggling, the baby fell backward onto the couch, as if hit by a super attack.
“DID YOU SEE? DID YOU SEE?!” Yoosung yelled, turning back to his friends.
“SO COOL!” Saeyoung yelled.
“You are such a nerd!” Zen exclaimed, half crying on the inside because somehow he had lost The Girl to this power dork.
“This hot chocolate is delicious!”
“Thank you! My child mixed it for you!”
The customer looked over to the other end of the cafe’s counter, and was surprised to see that, yes, an infant was studiously mixing chocolate mix into warmed milk for their customers. The little one was seated in the counter, a baby frown of concentration on their face while they scooped and stirred, somehow managing to keep their clothes clean.
Shocked and charmed, the happy customer slipped a few coins into the tip jar marked “Tuition in 15 years.”
“How does your child know to selfie? They can’t even walk, yet. …Zen, their selfies are better than mine. The shots are focused and the face is centred. They…they’re using the front camera! How is this possible? …Zen. ZEN. How does your child know about filters? …hot damn, why do they look so good?!”
The house staff and C&R’s employees were always happy to see Jumin’s child.
Not only because they were adorable.
Not only because their director and chairman were always in a good mood when the little one were around.
No, they were always happy because the child’s mother had taught them something special: how to tip.
So, wherever the child went, if a door was held open for them, or a candy was offered, or even if they were simply praised for being a good child, out would come the child’s little wallet, and a small bill or handful of coins was given to whoever had earned their favour.
It was a time of plenty for the house staff and C&R.
“Is…is your child dabbing at me?”
“Yes. Yes, they are. ;D”
Hide your candy. Now. Saeran’s child is GOOD at finding sweet treats.
In your purse? It’s gone.
In a cupboard? Kid can climb.
In your pocket? Yeah, they aren’t hugging you to be cute. They’re going for the goods.
Locked in a safe? Please.
They’re efforts can only be called off with a payment of ice cream.