That evening, the small living room glowed under warm yellow lights.

The TV murmured softly in the corner.

The father, wearing an oversized t-shirt and shorts, leaned back comfortably on the sofa. One hand held the remote control, while the other rested around his little son, who was hugging a blue cereal bowl tightly.

The boy was only three years old.

Wearing cute dinosaur pajamas.

His tiny legs swung gently over the edge of the couch.

Everything felt completely normal. Until—

The father suddenly pulled his son closer and planted a loud kiss on his cheek.

*Smack.*

“Got you!”

The dad laughed proudly.

But—

The little boy froze.

The spoon in his hand stopped midair.

The entire room seemed to pause for one second.

Then slowly…

The boy turned his head toward his father.

His expression was far too serious for a child.

He frowned.

Slowly raised one finger.

“Don’t kiss me.”

The father blinked.

“Huh?”

“Why?”

The little boy kept staring directly at him.

No smile.

No embarrassment.

Just an extremely serious face.