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When four-year-olds say that they have the best idea, they often really mean that they have the worst idea.
Yet, as Haru seemingly sparkles with eyes all aglow, still clutching poor Shouto tightly in his hands, you would feel like a terrible mother if you were to shut him down without a chance for him to explain.
As a result, you patiently listen, even crouching to Haru's level to let him know that you are all-ears.
You grin widely. "What is it, hm?"
"I," Haru starts, gleaming, "I want to be Olaf tonight!"
"Olaf?"
You straighten up slightly.
Much to your astonishment, this isn't as bad of an idea as you thought it would be.
In fact, it's cute. The resemblance between Haru's silver hue and the animated snowman, you dare say, is striking. "Sure, that sounds good!'
Unsurprisingly, Haru isn't done.
"Can Mommy be Elsa?"
Even if you look nothing like that Disney princess, you nod politely to tag along with his little game. "Of course, I ca—"
"And can Daddy be Jack Frost?"
"What?" you blurt.
Gaze flying upwards, you stare at Gojo.
Gojo, who seriously does look like that Rise of the Guardians character, stares back.
This is a disaster.
This is particularly a disaster because Haru and his kindergarten friends are well-known Jelsa shippers, and you don't like where this is going.
Instead of bluntly ruining your son's hopes, you then turn back to the smiling boy.
"Honey," you say sweetly as possible, "Elsa and Jack Frost aren't even in the same movie."
Gojo snorts, and you glance up again, this time glaring.
Rather than helping you out, he turns away to hide a smile, all secretive behind the sunglasses that he had slipped on again.
You stare suspiciously through the mist that shrouded him.
