DX was completely distracted as he sat at the dining table with the children.
"Godfather, were you listening?"
When he saw Quinn's little hand waving in front of him, he blinked and turned to her.
"Huh?"
Lyle looked at him worriedly as he asked, "Are you alright, dad? You seem a bit off today."
"I'm fine," answered DX as he reached out to tussle both the children's hair.
Then he turned to Jack who was staring at the pancake on his plates.
"What's wrong, Jack? Why are you so down today?"
Jack shrugged. He let out a heavy sigh before pushing his plates away and resting his head on the table.
DX glanced at Lyle who merely shrugged.
"I don't know what's wrong with him. He came back from his art class looking like that," said Lyle.
"Jack, did something happened at the class?" asked DX. When Jack did not answer, he turned to Old Mo and said, "Call the teacher. If he cannot give me a good explanation, then get rid of him."
"Yes, sir."
