6
Hawk stood thinking.
It was not a causal think, more of a 'scratch your tummy' think.
Now that he was formally recognized as Captain Kitty Hawk he really needed to step up his game with the cool trinkets and to that end he found himself in the garage looking at his bright red racing car. It was pretty cool. Daddy got it for him but he knew deep down that the King of Goats had helped there. After all … his eyes were red, right?
Don't get me wrong, it was a cool car but… not a superhero car.
"Whatcha doing?" Maisey asked with her usual demanding bark.
"My car is not a superhero one. Just thinking on that" Hawk replied to his lovely if slightly rude cousin.
"Well ... what should it be?" she asked with interest. This a thought that had not occurred to her clearly, the CKH having to explain patiently that it needed to match him. She nodded then asked "So … black?"
"Yes" he nodded glad she understood.
"OK. So .. let's paint it black then" she shrugged like it was the most logical thing in the world and ya know what? Jeepers, that girl made sense.
Soon the kids had big house paint brushes, the tin of black paint for the roadside signposts and a hell of a mess all over the garage. Babs walking in to find one of her lovely cars had a nice black swipe of paint along the bodywork as the now matt black racing car sat dripping black point all over the concrete floor of her garage.
So .. OK. She WAS supposed to be the one watching them but really... she only tuned her back for a second... or half an hour or …. whatever. Jesus Christ, every time she turns around they are into something. Are her twins going to be like this?
The car was gingerly pushed out into the sunlight to dry as some of the men got to and scrubbed the floor clean, buffed out the black paint on the Rolls Royce and fixed things as vest they could. By the time Ianto realized something had happened it was all over rover!
Maisey touched the hood to check the paint, it was not dry but really sticky so she took the time while they were all busy to remove the tin of white paint she had placed to one side and draw big lines across the hood to turn them into whiskers. The little lights now eyes.
"Oh Moo-moo … you are so clever" Hawk gushed happily as the Kat Mobile became a reality.
All Ianto could do was laugh.
Honestly.
Kids.
