Trainee executioner?
Rodolphus and Walden are discussing the future of their infant son, Raphael.
Walden smirked. "Can't you see that he's practically a trainee executioner?"
Rodolphus said, "Hold up, no way is our son a... what did you just call him, Waldo?"
Walden told him, "A trainee executioner."
Rodolphus muttered, "Let's get one thing straight right now, our son isn't a trainee executioner."
Walden asked, "Why not?"
Rodolphus sighed. "He's a toddler for Merlin's sake. He's not even old enough to walk or talk yet, never mind hold a freaking axe!"
Walden shrugged. "Hence why I said 'trainee'. Trainees don't even get to touch the axe, Rod. You ought to know that."
Rodolphus shook his head. "Never call him that again, understood?"
Walden mumbled, "Understood, but why?"
Rodolphus stated under his breath, "This is going to be a long morning..."