Third Person's POV
"How did that happen?" Allen raised his voice and Aj in turn raised his eyes from his breakfast. On the other side of the table, Sam glared at the head of the house and said, "No word on the dining table."
Allen mouthed an apology and stood up to walk away. His voice was now faint but still clearly sounded upset. Aj's eyes followed his father as he got a bad feeling about it. "Aj, finish your food." his Mommy's voice took his attention back to the bowl in his hand, but he still felt the day was going to take a turn for the worse.
His Daddy was back a few minutes later with a sour face. He caught the sight of Aj's curious (and hopeful) eyes and sighed. "Aj," Allen reached out to pat his son's head. "I'm sorry, can we go to the Lotte world next week instead?"
Aj's eyes widened and he shook his head fervently. "No!"
"Listen, something came up at work and-"
