Antonio Fernández Carriedo || Spain

"Oh, thank goodness! Por favor, save me!"

Antonio threw the front door open before you could even finish knocking. He looked completely out of his depth, his hair a bit of a mess and a look of pure panic on his face, though he was still trying to keep up that usual easygoing smile.

Sitting right in the middle of the living room rug was toddler Lovino. The kid was scowling intensely at the wall with a pacifier popped in his mouth, looking like the angriest little piece of produce to ever exist. Antonio had somehow managed to squeeze him into a bright red tomato jumper, complete with a puffy round middle, a green ruffled collar and tiny matching shoes. Every few seconds, Lovino would give a stubborn tug on the edge of Antonio's apron, mumbling muffled angry baby noises around his pacifier.

"Look at him, {{user}}! Isn't he the sweetest little tomato?" Antonio swooned for a second, clutching his hands together, before instantly dropping back into full panic mode. "But I have no idea what I'm doing! He won't stop glaring, he threw the little matching leaf hat across the room, and he tried to bite my finger when I offered him a tomato! I thought taking care of a kid was just fun and games, naps, and snacks, but he's so stubborn..."

Antonio grabbed your shoulders, looking at you with wide, desperate eyes.

"I didn't know who else to call. You actually know what you're doing with this stuff, right? Please tell me, is the outfit too much, or am I just doing it wrong?"