I Became a Kindergarten Teacher for Monster Babies!-Chapter 359 Dad doesn’t know anything

Alina smiled gently. "Good. Ready?"

Dante gave a single, dignified nod. "Ready."

Alina touched her chin thoughtfully and began, "First and most important is a mat."

Dante repeated the word in a low voice as he wrote it down, "Mat." His handwriting was elegant and precise, each letter shaped as though he were signing a royal decree.

Lucien stared at the notebook in awe. "Teacher, picnics need mats?" he whispered as if he had just discovered a secret ancient rule.

"Yes, sweetheart," Alina replied with a small laugh. "A big one, so all of you can sit comfortably."

Sable nodded with full seriousness. "Teacher knows everything."

Dante paused mid-writing and looked up with a faint furrow in his brow. "Why is a mat necessary? We can simply sit on the ground."

Alina blinked at him.

"Sir," she said slowly, "do you want your babies sitting on wet grass, sand, mud, and possibly lizard poop?"

Lucien gasped as if scandalized. "Lizard poop?"

Sable immediately lifted his legs onto the couch as if the floor itself had become dangerous territory.

"I understand," Dante murmured, quickly finishing the word mat as if it was suddenly the most important thing in the world.

Alina coughed to hide her laughter and moved on. "Next is food."

Dante raised his pen. "Food," he repeated, writing it carefully.

Lucien’s entire body perked up. "Food? Teacher, there is food too? Is it compulsory?"

"Yes," Alina said, amused. "A picnic without food is just... sitting outside."

Sable leaned forward earnestly. "Dad was going to take us to the river with nothing."

Dante paused with his pen halfway through writing. "That is... correct," he admitted quietly. "I thought we should eat whatever we find on the way."

Alina breathed out a soft laugh. "Sir, you need prepared food. Sandwiches, fruits, biscuits, something the kids like. Babies don’t eat whatever is on the way. They need predictable food or they get cranky."

Dante’s pen froze again. "Cranky?"

Lucien pointed to himself seriously. "I get hungry every ten minutes."

Sable nodded. "Me too."

Dante wrote food with renewed determination and a hint of stress.

"Next, you need drinks," Alina continued gently, watching him scribble the word down. 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Lucien leaned toward Sable and whispered loudly enough for everyone to hear, "Dad does not know picnic at all."

Sable whispered back, "Teacher saving our life."

Dante closed his eyes for a moment, likely pretending he did not hear them.

Alina happily moved on. "Then some toys or games. Something fun the kids can play with while you rest."

This time Dante actually stopped writing and looked up again, confusion returning. "Entertain them during the picnic?"

Alina nodded, smiling. "Of course. You cannot expect them to sit quietly and stare at the river the whole time."

Lucien’s cheeks warmed as he smiled. "Teacher always plays with us."

Sable hugged his own arm shyly. "Teacher is fun."

Alina’s heart softened, and Dante wrote it with exaggerated focus, as if this item was the most surprising revelation of the day.

"And lastly," she added, "a basket to pack everything in."

"A basket," Dante echoed, writing it more slowly.

When she realized he had written everything, Alina leaned back in her couch with a bright, proud smile. "There. Now you know how a real picnic works."

Dante stared at the notebook, then at her, then at his children. He looked both enlightened and overwhelmed. "Alina," he said in a low voice, full of soft gratitude, "I realize now that I was preparing to take two children into the wilderness with absolutely nothing."

Lucien burst into giggles again. Sable collapsed sideways into the couch cushion.

"Yes," Alina said lovingly, "that is exactly what you were doing."

Dante let out a long breath, pressing a hand lightly to his forehead. "I am grateful you stopped me."

Alina laughed, warm and gentle. "Sir, I will always help you."

Dante lifted his gaze to her, something tender flickering behind the calm gold of his eyes. "Then I am in your care today."

Lucien raised both hands in celebration. "Teacher saved picnic!"

Sable nodded solemnly. "Teacher saved everything."

Alina hid her smile behind her hand, feeling her heart flutter again as she watched the three of them sitting together, looking so lost yet so adorable.

Lucien turned toward Alina with a seriousness that did not match his tiny, glowing eyes at all. He scooted closer on the couch, his little hands gripping the cushion like he was preparing for a very important negotiation. "Teacher," he said gravely, "why don’t you come with us? Dad doesn’t know anything."

Dante’s spinning pen stopped mid-air.

Lucien continued, completely earnest, "What if we end up being bored?"

Sable immediately nodded, leaning forward with full agreement. "Yes, yes, teacher, please come with us. Dad only knows things related to the court and adult things." He waved his little hands dramatically, as if Dante was a very boring ancient emperor.

Lucien nodded harder. "Teacher will make picnic fun."

Sable added softly, "Teacher will make everything fun."

Both children looked at her with the hopeful eyes of abandoned puppies.

Alina blinked, caught off guard by how sincerely they were pleading. Their tiny faces, their sweet eyes, the way their little bodies leaned toward her with complete trust, made her heart melt in one warm rush.

Meanwhile, Dante stared at his babies in pure disbelief.

His lips parted slightly. His brows lifted a little. He slowly lowered his pen and notebook onto the table, as if he needed both hands free to handle the shock.

"You two..." he said quietly, almost helplessly, "I am your father."

Lucien peeked at him gently. "We know, Dad."

Sable nodded with a polite smile. "Yes, Dad."

Dante waited, expecting something comforting.

Instead Lucien added calmly, "But teacher knows more picnic things."

Sable chimed in seriously, "Teacher knows kid things. Dad knows throne things."

Alina pressed her lips together, trying so hard not to laugh that her cheeks puffed a little. She hid her mouth behind her hand, her shoulders shaking silently.

Dante stared at them speechlessly. "I am not... incompetent."

Lucien tilted his head. "Dad... you did not know we needed a mat."

Sable whispered to him, "Or food. Or games."

Lucien nodded thoughtfully. "Teacher knows these things."

Alina could not hold it in anymore. She let out a soft laugh that warmed the room, her eyes crinkling gently. "Alright, alright, stop troubling your father," she said, reaching out to pat Lucien’s back.

"Dad troubles himself," Lucien corrected politely.

Sable nodded. "Teacher, please come with us."

Lucien scooted closer, his eyes big and shining. "Teacher... if you come... it will be the best picnic ever."