Paint

katiek121 asked for a oneshot of little Emma getting into paint and putting it all over herself. Set in the EF.

Guest: Sorry, but I've already wrote something similar involving a corner.

Guest: Sorry, but it's not even that a bit of it has been covered, I've written a chapter based around Snowing looking into adult adoption for Emma already.

Something most people are taught as children: silence is golden. This isn't strictly true. Particularly for parents with small children or animals. In that case, silence is very, very, suspicious. Something Snow learned to her dismay one evening as she put Neal down for his midmorning nap. His schedule wasn't completely different from that of his big sister. Although there was about a half hour difference between when they went for a nap. Emma always dropped off earlier and woke up a littler earlier as well. Snow assumed she was sleeping soundly as she normally was when she put Neal down for his nap. She quickly learned she was wrong when she went into Emma's room to wake her up. That's when she found the disaster that was Emma's nursery.

They had been slowly decorating all three of their living quarters, as well as some of the other rooms in the palace. Emma's room had been painted a couple of days ago. One of the decorators must have left some of the paint behind. Paint a curious little three year old had gotten into. Really into. Emma looked up when she heard her mother gasp. She grinned, not noticing her mother's horrified facial expression. Emma had stripped herself right down and now seemed to be wearing a layer of light pink paint (which was thankfully made primarily of herbs so non-toxic).

"Look mommy! I drew pictures on me!" Emma giggled. Snow stood frozen, taking in the disaster around her. Emma had splodged paint all around the carpet as well. Paint that would likely never come out again. Emma frowned. Her mommy never ignored her. "Mommy?" Emma asked, walking forward. Emma beginning to leave little pink footprints as she walked towards her mommy was enough to snap Snow out of it. She swooped into action, picking Emma up and holding her out. She fixed Emma with a stern look.

"Young lady, are you supposed to play with paint without an adult supervising?" Snow asked her. Emma bit her lip and shook her head.

"No mommy." She said quietly.

"Why is that?"

"Because it's messy."

"Exactly." Snow sighed. Although she couldn't deny it. She looked darn cute with paint smeared all over her face. She just hoped her skin could still breathe and she wouldn't come out in a rash.

"Looks like someone is having an early bath." Snow commented, somewhat reluctantly putting Emma against her hip and carrying her to the washroom.

"…can I have my toy boat mommy?" Emma asked. She normally only got her boat if she'd been a good girl that day, but if you don't ask, you don't get. Snow looked over to her, and found Emma smiling at her. Darn, she was so like her father when she smiled. How could Snow resist?

"I suppose." Snow sighed. Emma clapped her hands in delight before pressing a kiss to Snow's cheek, leaving a lovely pink smudge behind.

"Love you mommy." Emma declared happily. Snow smiled, kissing her daughter back despite the paint.

"Not as much as I love you, my little artist."