Cynthia, Leon- 6
Holly, Bree, Jay- 7
Haliah and Paige- 7 ½
Oreos and Fridges
Descrips for Charries as kids
Cynthia- A six-year-old girl with innocent and round sapphire blue eyes and shoulder length black hair that's usually braided in a fishtail braid with a medium sized light blue flower covered hair clip pinned on the right back area of her hair. She wears lighter denim overalls, a light gray t-shirt, white and light gray converse style shoes with a favorite denim jacket that she takes everywhere, and usually has a small stuffed golden retriever named "Goldy" in the chest pocket of her overalls. She loves mischief, creating things, and is extremely curious.
Leon- A six-year-old boy with round and curious amber eyes and short messy golden blonde hair. He wears denim shorts and a darker gray t-shirt with the words, "Six whole years of awesome," under a gray and white checkered short sleeve button down that's always unbuttoned, and black and gray hightops. He usually has a stuffed football in one of the checkered shirt's pockets that he could actually play catch with along with a stuffed wolf called "Fang" stuffed in the other pocket. He is excited, intelligent, and loves helping his friends and siblings.
Jay- A seven-year-old boy with grumpy and irritated blind baby blue eyes and medium length messy black hair (there's no gray! *gasp!*) that tends to flop in front of his blue eyes. He wears stuff his mom picks that tends to be a navy blue button down with it rolled up at the elbows with khaki shorts, white converse, black sunglasses hanging from a leather cord around his neck, and the stuffed blue jay named "Aqua" sticking out on a back pocket that he joins Bree in a game of make-believe animals all the time. Jay is excitable, curious, and often times grouchy from lack of sleep.
Holly- A seven-year-old girl with intelligent emerald green eyes and black hair that reached her shoulders with a white rose clip near her left ear. She usually wears white capris, an oceanic green t-shirt with the words, "Seven sassy" with a golden arrow below it with the golden lettering, green converse, a white cardigan that she doesn't button up and leaves it unbuttoned. She usually carries around a collection of pop-up books in a small green backpack that she wears practically everywhere and usually has her stuffed black cat named "Blacky" in one of her cardigan's pockets. Holly is a very smart and cheerful girl who loves to have her younger brother choose a book for her to try and read to him.
Bree- A seven-year-old girl with bright and happy amber eyes and dark brown hair usually up in a ponytail with a braided headband and a golden flower clip in her hair near her right ear. She usually wears denim capris, a light gray t-shirt with small smiley emojis and a large laughing emoji on the stomach and light orange sleeves, light gray sandals, and a small backpack full of stuffed animals of many kinds and colors, although she's usually holding onto her favorite one, a dark brown horse she calls Carrots.
Sarah didn't trust many people with her youngest daughter, the reason? The black haired blue eyed child was a handful and secretly mischievous and very curious. Not to mention she had a habit of putting things together and ending up with some unusual result. She glanced over at her six-year-old daughter who was building something out of legos, the small bricks spread out around her so she was half buried in the toys, the thing she was building was on her lap and looked like it was going to be a house of some sorts. She needed to take her two-year-old son to the doctor but didn't want to leave her daughters alone at home without any supervision, she did not want to come back to toothpaste splattered all over the bathroom walls once again. When her youngest daughter Cynthia was four years old she had somehow managed to rig all the toothpaste bottles into exploding.
"Mom!" Haliah screamed, running down the stairs to where her mother had just come home from doing some errands. "Cindy made a huge mess!"
"Alright, let's go see it." Sarah sighed, wholeheartedly believing her daughter, knowing Cynthia probably did make a mess.
"Look!" Haliah tugged her mother into the first floor's bathroom where Sarah stopped in shock. Cynthia was sitting quietly on the floor, the small child shrinking away from Paige, some of her father's tools scattered on the floor along with other things like bobby pins, towels, soaps, and ruined toothpaste bottles. The entire bathroom was covered in light blue toothpaste, splattered everywhere, in all three of her daughters' hair, the walls, sink, bathtub, cabinets, floor, everywhere.
"W-what? Cindy, what happened here?" Sarah asked, gawking at her daughter.
Cynthia brightened at the sight of her mother and smiled at her, throwing her hands into the air, "Boom!" She giggled, "Toothpaste go splat!"
"I see that… but how?" Sarah shook off the shock and went over to her, picking her up with the intent of giving her a bath.
"I did it!" Cynthia giggled, looking overjoyed at the whole situation, "I used Daddy's tools!" that stopped Sarah in her tracks.
Since that incident, Cynthia was not allowed any access to her father's carpenter tools, and Sarah and Bracken bought a bunch of legos for the curious girl. Only half of the Legos remained, the other half had been either melted, shredded, exploded, or ruined by Cynthia sneaking into her father's office and borrowing his tools and equipment. Despite Sarah's attempts of hiding the tools Cynthia always managed to find them and do something or other. Last year she had stolen all the marshmallows and made a catapult to launch them, handfuls at a time.
"Look!" Cynthia chirped, pulling Haliah's small wagon into the living room, "Catapult!" the girl grinned while her family stared at her in worry and concern.
"Cindy, don't shoot me!" Haliah yelped, hiding behind her mother and sister.
"Cindy," Sarah sighed, "You know you're not supposed to be playing with your dad's tools."
The girl's expression dropped to a sulking pout and she looked down at the floor, obviously upset.
"Show us what it can do baby girl," Bracken urged her, as always, he was curious about what she had built this time.
Cynthia brightened and let go of the wagon, going over to where she had the catapult stationed inside. Taking a handful of missing marshmallows she put the marshmallows into the catapult and pulled back on it before letting go and sending marshmallows flying all over the room. "It throws marshmallows!"
So she wasn't too keen on the idea of dropping them off at Skylar's house where Miley was watching Skylar's kids along with her own, it was just asking for problems. Especially since Leon, Skylar's son and Cynthia's best friend was there. The two children often got into a whole lot of mischief on their own and were even worse when they were together. Of course, she could take them there, but that would end badly with her youngest daughter's curiosity and tendency to cause mischief. But then again, she didn't really have a choice, she needed to hurry if she was going to make it, and taking Cynthia with her was completely out of the question, she would get into way too much trouble. "Haliah, Paige," She sighed, looking at her set of seven-year-old daughters who were watching a movie on the handheld tablet they had gotten for Christmas last winter. "Get your shoes on, you're going to Skylar's." Cynthia's head snapped up to look at her mother with pleading blue eyes and Sarah sighed, "You too Cynthia."
Cynthia grinned a toothy grin and pushed herself to her feet, getting legos everywhere as she hopped up and ran off to her room to fetch her shoes.
"Thank you so much, Miley," Sarah thanked her profusely as she let her daughters into the house, Cynthia scampering in and running off to find Leon and Holly.
"No problem Sarah," Miley smiled, "they'll be fine."
"Go, Cindy!" Bree squealed, her round amber eyes locked on the six-year-old who was climbing on top of the counter and struggling to reach the cookie box they all had caught sight of.
"Can't reach!" Cynthia complained, straining her short arms and wriggling her fingers in a desperate attempt to reach the box.
"Leon help Cindy!" Holly ordered, poking her younger brother in the chest, green eyes determined, "the cookies are ours!"
Leon looked at her through round amber eyes, "Kay," He said and went over to his friend before attempting to pick up the girl, giving her just enough leverage to grab the corner of the cookie box.
"Got it!" Cynthia squealed, and Leon took a few staggering steps back before tripping and sending them both to the floor with a small crash while Bree slid on the tile and caught the cookie box, keeping the cookies from breaking while Leon and Cynthia laughed, and giggled, the two young children giddy and excited. Even Jay looked excited.
Unfortunately, the crash woke up Miley and she yelled in surprise before she got to her feet and took the cookies away from the five kids, "how did you guys get to these?!" She asked in surprise before standing on her toes and tucking them away on top of the fridge.
"Now what?" Cynthia asked Holly, her blue eyes round and curious, not sure what to do to get the cookies now.
"I don't know." Holly pouted, hanging her head in a pouting manner.
"I do!" Leon grinned lopsidedly, "Help me pick up Cyndy!"
A few minutes later and the five children's plan was in action, Leon was standing a little wobbly with the smaller and lighter Cynthia on his shoulders, the goal was to get Cynthia up onto the counter, if they could get her up to the high counter, she could climb up onto the fridge with a little more help. "Careful!" Holly squealed at the two younger kids nearly toppled to the floor, "and hurry! Miley's going to wake up!"
Cynthia reached for the knobs of the cabinets hanging above the counter, if she could reach them then she could pull herself up onto the counter! "I almost reach it!" Cynthia strained a little more and managed to wrap her fingers around the knob of the cabinets. She then heaved herself up onto the countertop and smiled at the other four before reaching down and heaving Leon up onto the counter with her, "come on!"
She and Leon carefully walked along the top of the counter and over to the fridge, Leon knelt on the counter and Cynthia stood on top of him while the six-year-old clumsily got off his knees and stood up, keeping his back parallel to the counter and shakily lifting the other child up so she could jump onto the fridge. Holly and Bree gasped, the latter covering her amber eyes as Cynthia's fingers slipped when she jumped and the child nearly fell off before she steadied herself and heaved herself up onto the black stainless steel fridge where their prize was nestled on top in all of its foil packaged glory. Cynthia carefully edged towards the cookies, once she got close enough she pulled it to her and pulled open the container before handing a handful to Leon, "Got it!" She smiled and the other kids cheered.
Leon then stretched up on his toes and took the cookies from her, he then handed them down to Jay Holly and Bree, repeating the process a few more times before reaching up so Cynthia could pull him up onto the fridge with her. "Me too!"
Cynthia grasped ahold of his hand and heaved the bigger boy up onto the fridge with her, cookie crumbs littered around her mouth and face. "Hi!" She chirped to Leon and broke apart one of the Oreos before handing him one-half.
Leon smiled and took it from her before he dropped it into his mouth and chewed contently on the cookie half as Cynthia handed him another. "Hi, Cyndy!"
That was what Skylar came back to, two snoozing kids on top of the fridge with no clue how to get down, and three other kids running around and playing tag while Sarah's oldest two were sitting on the couch and coloring. "Miley weren't you watching them?!" Skylar gasped, rushing over to the two six-year-olds up on the fridge, "Leon! How did you get up there?!"
"I was watching them!" Miley said, her eyes widening at the sight of both the situation and her hyper daughter who really didn't need any extra sugar.
Leon opened his amber eyes and yawned, "Mommy?" he mumbled, very drowsy and groggy.
"Leon come here, let's get you down from there!" Skylar said almost panicking at the sight of her youngest son about six and a half feet off the ground.
Leon mumbled and sat up, scratching his head and yawning, "I'm tired," he mumbled, looking down at his mother, apparently unfazed by how high up he was, "I was sleeping…" he mumbled, short blonde hair messy and ruffled.
"Come here Leon," Skylar gently urged her youngest, "you can go take a nap in your room with a movie playing, but you can't do that if you're up on top of the fridge!"
Sarah came in the front door and her brown eyes widened at the sight of her youngest daughter sleep up on top of the black kitchen appliance. "Oh, my StarClan! Cynthia!" She quickly put Miles on one of his other sisters' laps while she rushed over, knowing that her daughter was probably going to jump off the moment she heard her voice.
Cynthia stirred awake at her mother's voice and she sat up before she blinked awake and her blue eyes lit up at the sight of her mother. "Mama!" She smiled as Leon carefully scooted off the top of the fridge and dropped down into his mother's arms. "I got cookies!" She smiled and promptly got to her feet and jumped off the appliance.
Sarah ran a little faster and managed to catch her daughter, "Cynthia, will you please not do that? It's not safe!"
"Sorry…" Cynthia mumbled, hanging her head ashamedly, "sorry mama."
"It's okay Cynthia," Sarah sighed, just don't do it again."
"Okay," Cynthia mumbled and glanced over at Leon, locking eyes with him, mischief gleaming in the blue and amber depths.
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Cynthia – athleticsapphiresinger
Leon – athleticgoldenboy
Bree – cheerfulcuriosity
Jay – perfectgrumpytone
Holly – emeraldintelligencequeen
Fini – gingerandwhiteteenager
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