Gavi remembered what had happened that morning, and he sighed in defeat once again.
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Earlier that morning...
Gavi flailed his legs in the air as he was lifted off the bed, both his hands held firmly. He was still in his pajamas, his eyes heavy with drowsiness.
Kicking his legs and whining, he cried, "Uncle Dante! I want to sleep more~ Please, please! My sleep isn't complete yet! I was having such a good dream! I was swimming in a pool of chocolate chips! Huhuhu~ I want to go back to bed!"
The little boy wailed dramatically, his eyes still stubbornly shut.
Dante, holding the child effortlessly, sighed as he watched him throw a tantrum. Gavi's small body dangled in the air, yet the boy remained adamant about not waking up.
Pursing his lips, Dante asked, "And who was the one who asked me last night—thirty-one times, mind you—to wake him up for morning exercise, even if he didn't want to get up?"