A six year old Taemin bounced into his parents' room, climbing on the bed and snuggling with his umma. His appa was sitting at the desk, and both of them were watching something on television.

"Hi baby~" Key grinned, hugging his son close to him.

"Hi mama~" Taemin giggled, kissing his cheek.

"What brings you here, my little monkey?" Taemin giggled at the nickname, laying on top of his umma's chest.

"Mama, what were you like when you were little?" Taemin put his head on Key's shoulder, playing with his umma's hair.

"Exactly like he is now, except cheekier." Minho smirked, and Key threw a pillow at him.

"Yah! You didn't even know me when I was little, idiot!" Key stuck his tongue out, then turned back to his son.

Taemin was looking up at him with wide, curious eyes. "Well, mama was very loud-"

"That's an understatement."

"Stop interrupting, frogface!" Minho just laughed, going down to lay down with his two favorite boys.

"Now, where was I? Ah yes, mama was loud. I liked to make sure that my thoughts were heard, aegi." Taemin nodded, thinking that it sounded a lot like how his umma was now. But he didn't dare interrupt like his appa did.

"Hmm, what else? Well, you know that grandma was a model, so I liked fashion since I was very young. That's why I'm a designer now, Taeminnie~" Taemin's mouth formed an 'o' shape.

"What else, mama?" Taemin yawned, and Key smirked, knowing