"Robert, don't put ink on your face." Elliot was not angry when he saw the couplet destroyed.

Looking at Robert's little black hands, his clothes full of black ink stains, and his mottled little black face, Elliot furrowed his brows.

"I ignore you for a few minutes, and you find some ink to play with?" Avery walked up to Robert and undressed him. "How did you get the ink? I didn't see you crawling on the table!"

Robert understood what his mother said and pointed his little hand to the side.

On a chair next to it, there was a bottle of ink.

"I took it out while looking for ink, but I forgot to put it back," Elliot explained. "I don't blame my son."

"Don't be too protective of him. I don't know how he unscrewed the cap." Avery took off her son's clothes and took him for a bath.

Elliot looked at the mess his son had created and shook his head.

He did not know if Hayden was so naughty when he was a child, but Robert was visibly much naughtier.

The next day, Avery and Elliot visite