Word of the day: Retrograde - Having a backward motion or direction; retiring or retreating.
Yuuri almost decided to turn around and retrograde as he walked into the kitchen. "Son…what are you doing?" He asked Devi quietly, observing the broken dishes and the flour and berries all over the floor.
Devi was sitting in the corner with tears streaking down his face, sniffling occasionally. "Nothing…"
Yuuri's eyebrows rose at that, turning his gaze back to the room once more. "I'm going to have to have a word with Wolfram about this…"
Devi almost instantly leapt forth and clutched onto Yuuri's pant leg, his tears gushing out at an even more alarming rate. "No! Don't tell Daddy! Please!"
"Well then why don't you tell me what happened, and I'll see."
Devi sniffed and looked away. "Those stupid maids told me that I couldn't have a cookie so I got mad and threw some stuff…"
Yuuri let Devi go after three taps to the rump, the crying child cradling his sore bottom and staring at the ground.
"Devi, do you understand why I'm upset with you?"
Devi nodded silently.
"Do you understand why that behavior isn't acceptable?"
"Yes sir…"
Yuuri smiled and patted him on the head. "Good! Now why don't we play some baseball with your sister?"
Devi grinned and nodded enthusiastically. "Mmkay Papa!"