One day, we were strolling through the shopping mall when we came across some toys on display.Sis and I started playing with them while Ma looked around.

Then she saw it.

A toy hammer.

Every time it hit something, it made a cute squeaky sound.

Ma picked it up, gave it a few test swings, and smiled.

That smile… looked suspiciously evil.

I felt a chill down my spine.

Something terrible was about to happen.

Without hesitation, Ma walked straight to the cashier and bought it.

The moment we got home, Ma proudly raised the toy hammer like a trophy.

Ma: This is my precious baby from now on. I've decided to name it... Consequences.

Me (squeaking): I don't think "Consequences" is a name...

Ma (smirking): It is now.

I had a bad, bad feeling.

From that day on, whenever Sis or I messed up, Ma would bring out Consequences.

The cute squeak we heard in the store?

Yeah, that sound disappeared the moment Ma swung it at full force.

Instead, all we heard was a loud—

BANG!

Our suffering was inevitable.