"Are you... are you itching for a slap?" Victoria began rolling up her sleeves.
They actually dared to betray their mom. Is their dad really that scary?
But, before her fist fell on Michael and Dodo's heads,
the two babies already took refuge behind Hank.
"Mama, don't, don't hit us," Dodo, already deep into his role, pleaded.
Michael, looking terrified, shook his head: "Mama, we were just telling the truth, please don't hit us like you used to, Michael has nightmares."
Victoria: "..."
She was so mad she could flip a table!
"Come, come on, Mama won't beat you," Victoria beckoned them over with a gentle wave, "Come here, let's have a discussion about life and our aspirations."
Later, all of you will be flattened to pancakes!
Hank glanced at the two shivering babies hiding behind him and asked Victoria coldly, "Do you often beat them?"
"Ah..." Victoria was taken aback, "If smacking them counts as hitting, I guess I do hit them often..."
