' Mum, why do you even like dad? I don't understand you at all, ' your five year old son asked, as both of you looked at Yixing carrying your three year old daughter around the house to stop her from crying. Apparently Yixing created trouble again, aishh I should have went with them to get the groceries, you thought. ' He's your dad for heaven's sake don't talk about him like that! I don't know too, it just happened, ' you said as you patted him on his head with a bright smile. ' You must be pretty smart until you met dad, ' he added. ' And why's that? ' You chuckled and asked. ' Because I'm not a pabo like dad and you're a pabo for marrying dad~ ' Your son replied. ' Yah you rascal! I'm not that stupid okay!! ' Yixing said as he came out of the bedroom. ' She's sleeping? ' You mouthed and he nodded. ' If I wasn't there you won't be here too you little brat! ' Yixing said as he messed with your son's hair. ' I'm just grateful that I got brains like mum's~ Before meeting you of course~ ' Your son replied cheekily.