Enzo did not really understand everything but knew that he should never pick a fight with anyone, that he should fight only when there was no other choice.
Dimitri did not believe that he should grow up to be a saint, that would never be possible given their family history, but he believed that they should only give out what they receive.
"Sorry dada," he said apologetically, "Enzo good boy."
"Yes, you are a good boy," Dimitri patted his head, "Try to stay out of trouble okay?" He hugged his son. He should not be worrying about these things at his age, but he was a Santoris, if he doesn't get molded early, then it might be difficult to curb him later.
"Hmm.. hm…," Enzo went back to being the sweet little preschooler that he was.
"Okay, enough of this. Does Enzo want to go on vacation?" He asked.
"Vacation?" Enzo tilted his head questioningly.
"Yes, have you seen the beach? We'll ride the airplane and see the ocean." He explained.
