My friend was messing around and accidentally bopped his three year old in the face with a foam paper object. After recovering from the inevitable tears, she walked over, grabbed his shoulders, and said (very very quietly and calmly)
“Hey Daddy, you know we don’t do that. We don’t hit people, it’s not nice.”
He kept a straight face and said, “You’re right kid, I’m sorry.”
She sighs. “I know Daddy, but you can’t hit anymore okay? It hurt peoples and it’s not nice. We can’t hit people okay?”
“I’m sorry kid. Will you forgive me?”
“Yes okay Daddy. Now give me a hug.”
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“Y/N! Come here!” Stiles yelled, causing you to panic momentarily. You abandoned what you had been working on and rushed into your bedroom. Stiles was hovering by the side of your bed, grinning like a madman at your month old son who was propped up against your pillows. “He’s sitting all by himself!”
Laughing as your heart rate became normal once more you shook your head. Your son grinned toothlessly at you before his face contorted as he sneezed, falling to the side as he became unbalanced. Stiles hurried to scoop him back up into his arms, cradling the small boy to his chest. “He definitely takes after your side of the family.” You teased, kissing both your son and Stiles on the cheek before going back to your waiting homework.