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An evil laugh was heard when the camera was on. Trembling in the hands of the person who was recording, the device could record a sigh of exasperation from Gakuhou.
His wife, who was in a better mood than usual, focused the image in the man who was sitting on the living room with his legs crossed and a lot of toys scattered around the floor. Meanwhile, the figure of a chubby little baby, who looked more like an orange and purple shadow, moved around the room with a speed rarely seen in a eight-month baby.
The woman laughed again while she watched how far was that scene from being normal. The baby seemed insistent and nervious as he was crawling on the floor in a random and meaningless route, laughing and contrasting the air of tiredness who Gakuhou was carrying.
—Do you remember when I told you that you would regret teaching him how to crawl without me?— She said behind the camera.
—Dad!— Gakushuu said from across the room.
—No.— Replied the father seriously.
—Dad!— Said the baby again behind the sofa.
—And do you remember when I told you that you would regret teaching him how to say "Dad"?
—Dad!— The child repeated this time in front of the huge cabinet where the TV was.
—No, I don't.
—Dad!— A child's voice was heard under the table.
—You don't remember?
—Dad! Dad!— That was said behind the curtain.
—No, I don't remember anything like that.
—Dad...— The baby said behind the door.
—Oh, you have a bad memory Gakuhou.
—Daddy!— Nobody knows when or how he had gone up to the couch, but they don't care.
—I can't remember everything, you know.
—Dad.— They didn't know how he had gone up to the table too.
—You only remember what you want. No?
—AA! Dad!— The baby started to say while he started to crawl around the man, who seemed unfazed.
—You can't be angry with me for having educated our son.
—So you do remember, huh?
—Dad! Daddy!— The baby seemed amused while he hittting his head against Gakuhou's back for have his attention.
—I remember your irrational anger towards it, which is worse. But from what I can see, you're having fun with it.
—Dad!
—Yes, this amuses me. You reap what you sow.
Gakuhou didn't respond to that kind of "provocation" from his wife. He knew she was angry for have taught those things to his baby without her, but he also knew that now her new hobby was make him see that it was his fault have to deal now with a hyperactive baby who only knows how to crawl and say "Dad".
Suddenly, he turned around to hold the baby gently even if the child tried to remove in his grip, he looked him with some seriousness in his eyes.
—Can you say something else besides "Dad" and "Daddy"?— He ended up asking with some fatigue.
Gakuhou adored his son and how he called him with his childish and innocent voice, but when "Dad" was the only word that the baby said in the house, it became a little tiresome.
Gakushuu paused for a moment, looking at his father and moving his arms and legs in the air, while his mother was recording the scene without saying anything. Both parents waited expectantly for a answer, hoping it wasn't something to disappoint them.
—Gakuhou.— Said the baby quickly.
Yes, it was disappointing. At least for the mother, not for the father.
No one knew how he had learned to say that and when, but like how to jump on the sofa and the table, it seemed he had learned by himself.
Gakuhou looked at his son seriously, frowned and left him in his lap.
—Honey.— He called the woman with a stern tone.
—Yes?
—I think our son is smarter than we thought.— He announced completely convinced, as if he had discovered something really important.
The woman who was filming was silent for a moment, then sighed frustrated and quickly released the camera on the ground. It was heard how she started to walk away down the corridor as she spoke with some anger.
—He only knows how to say your name, don't get so cocky. Tch.
Gakuhou didn't answer, surely he would think a way to compensate his wife, again. But it's not as if he were guilty of anything.
—Mom?— Gakushuu asked suddenly trying to get off the lap of his father to see the woman.
Gakuhou smiled tenderly and ended up taking him in his arms again.
—She's angry. But it wasn't your fault. You should learn her name too.—Said the man.
—Gakuhou.
—Yes son, yes.— He said as he began to walk down the corridor to find his wife, who surely would be around the house wondering why her son loves his father more than her, which wasn't true.— So, I think you're smarter than you look.
—Gakuhou.
—Please, don't start.