“Mommy! Daddy! Wake up!” He kept bouncing on the bed.

“Baby, give mommy five more minutes please.” I muttered. My eyes still closed and I pull the blanket up to my chest.

“No! Palli wake up! Jaejae is hungry.” He nagged. Aish, he totally like his daddy, love to nag all the time.

“Yeobo ah, your son is hungry. Go cook something for him.” I said to the person who lay beside me. That person groaned.

“He’s our son Hyunsoo ah.  Not just mine.” He mumbles.

“Now he is because he forced me to wake up at five o’clock in the morning just because he is hungry.” The person beside me chuckled after hearing my words.

“Alright,” he woke up and sat himself up. “Yeah! Daddy is awake. Daddy, I’m hungry.” He whined.

“Of course. Jaejae is hungry? Okay, now let’s go to the kitchen and have world war III without mommy bugging us.”

“What the…”

“No cursing mommy. Hehehe… Let’s go daddy. This time I’m going to win because I’m going to use a ladle and spatula as my weapons.” Jaejae said. My husband just laughed and I still don’t have any intention to wake up. “Okay. Let’s go.”

What?! He did agree with his son. Oh god, am I married to an eight years old kid or something?

“JUNG DAEHYUN! JUNG YOUNGJAE! Don’t even think about it.” I yelled out and quickly sat myself up. Both of them just stared at me before bust to laugh.

Well, that’s my typical morning life. My four years old son, Jung Youngjae will come to