"Mom! Dad! Look, I made a plane!"
The six year old boy was flapping his fingers in an attempt to show it off as a plane. His father was sitting at the couch next to him, laughing.
"Yes, Soma," his father, Sungil, said. "That's a plane. Do you know how high it can fly?"
"Very high!" Soma squealed.
"Sungil, it's his bedtime!" Mari exclaimed from the kitchen. "Did he finish his dinner yet?"
"Er…"
Sungil guiltily looked at the half eaten bowl of rice which his son had refused to eat. The kid was more interested in flying planes than in food.
"Just a little bit left, honey!" He lied and tried to plead with his son to eat but the kid only laughed and ran off. Their dog, Toto came running towards the boy, eager to play.
"Toto!" the boy squealed. He picked up a ball and threw it around for Toto to catch while Sungil chased his son to feed him dinner.
"Soma!" he yelped. "Come on, son! Eat up!"
