One sunny afternoon, CEO Kien decided to play a harmless prank on little Lala, who was busy coloring at the kitchen table. He tiptoed behind her and swapped her bright pink crayon with a silly, rubbery worm toy. When Lala reached for the crayon and touched the squishy “worm,” she let out a loud squeal!
“Uncle Kien!! That’s not funny!” she yelled, dropping the toy with dramatic flair. But Kien laughed so hard he nearly fell off his chair. “It’s just a joke, Lala!”
Lala, with arms crossed and cheeks puffed up, stomped out of the room. “I’m running away! You don’t love me!” she declared. She stuffed her teddy bear and a half-eaten cookie into a small backpack and stormed toward the garden.
From the window, Kien watched her tiptoe to the big tree near the fence and sit there grumpily, arms still crossed. He followed quietly with a juice box and her favorite snack.
Lala looked away when he sat beside her. “You made fun of me.”
“I know,” Kien said gently, “but it was meant to make you laugh, not cry. I’m sorry, Lala.”
She peeked at the snack in his hand and hesitated. “Well… it was a little funny,” she admitted with a tiny smile. “But next time, no worms!”
“Deal,” Kien grinned, offering her the snack. They sat under the tree, sharing juice and laughs, with Lala’s teddy bear watching from her lap.
By the time the sun began to set, Lala had forgotten her anger and skipped home with Kien, already planning her own “revenge prank” for tomorrow.
Because in this loving home, even the silliest fights ended with hugs, snacks, and a whole lot of giggles.
