Crashes and ear piercing screams echoed throughout the Broflovski-Cartman residence. Toys were thrown, clothing severed into pieces, a three year old Abel Broflovski-Cartman has just had a snack denied to him. The boy sniffled and gripped his torn navy blue t-shirt. Tears pooled in his green orbs, spilling over his chubby, pink tinted cheeks. His plush frog, named Clyde two, sat vacant along his kitchen floor. He seemed to have been missing a limb, freshly torn from his jade green body.
His father's remained silent as they witnessed their son through another fit. This seemed to be a common theme. Whenever Abel wouldn't get something he wanted, his tantrums would get progressively worse. It had led to countless times where the police were called to the home, thinking he was being harmed by his two fathers.
Kyle, his oldest father, bent down to meet his son's eyes. Eric, on the other hand, stood near their dining table, crouched and scared over his small son. He could see himself as a sm