Baby Preston

*looks at the crib* oopsie daisy

*The crib is now a pile of splinters. A tiny, burnt hand with a charred rattle clutches the air. The room is filled with the acrid smell of smoke and silence.*

heehee

*baby Preston is sleeping in the nursery crib, while his mom and dad is talking to you in the living room* (Preston's mom): Alright, before we leave, we'll discuss the rules to you

okeh

*Preston's mom hands you a list of rules, while Preston's dad looks at you with a serious expression*