Aldrin stood next to Anita while she washed her hands covered with the cake's icing, their little contest went too far this time..

His dad almost choked as a result of their childishness and zeal to outdo the other..

"Maybe it's time we talk about your competitive spirit honey..I mean everything happened in the past why don't you let it go?"

Anita turned to him with a sigh, she wiped her hand with the brown colored towel he offered "Don't you see? your dad clearly prefers her to me..I'm just trying to please him..."

"You're clearly overthinking things Anita..I'm sure he likes you too if not he'd have sent us...