"Pao, can you tell Papa again what you just told me?"

The man who just returned from his morning jog stops drinking his water immediately, eyeing his daughter who's busy making a bead necklace with Mia at the kitchen island.

"Hmmm? Which part?" She asks, still focusing on her art.

"The boy part."

"Boy?" I knew he'd react this way, "What boy? Why? What happened? And which boy is this? Do I know him? What happened, Pao?"

"Relax, he didn't do anything." I jump in before he over-reacts further making all of us uncomfortable.

"Yeah, he just kissed me." The little girl answers nonchalantly to which his Papa raises his...