(This is ddlb not pedophilia)
Joe had been waiting for his daddy to come home for ages. He was sitting on the floor playing with his stuffies, when he heard the front door open.
"Where is my chubby little boy at?" he heard his wonderfully daddy Donald Trump yell. Joe made a loud grunting noise to signify his presence. Donald walked into the room Joe was in and walked over to embrace his little boy.
"Did you break any rules while I was gone?" Donald asked sternly, authority laced in his tone. "No Daddy I'm a good boy, remember?" (asotm intensifies) Joe said, avoiding eye contact with his daddy. "You didn't even smoke any pot?" Donald questioned intensely. Joe put his head down in shame, mumbling something inaudible. "Speak up baby, I can't understand what you're saying." Donald said, all previous harshness in his tone gone.
Joe started crying and hid his face with his thicc arms. "I-I'm so-sorry Daddy!" Joe wailed shamefully. Donald had a cold look on his face, not a single ounce of sympathy was felt for the man. Joe knew the rules, yet this was a daily occurrence.
"Punishment room now."
