CONSEQUENCES
"Well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions."
She rolls her eyes and holds back a laugh as she steps up next to her husband. "Really?"
"Isn't that what they say these days?"
She doesn't comment, but her brows draw together, and it conveys enough of a message.
"It's true, though," he answers, lips curving up in his signature smirk, looking down at the mess in front of them.
She wants to say something about it being their actions, but as she peers down at their toddler sitting on the floor, completely covered in paint marks that match the ones on the wall. She grins and taps his shoulder.
"You're right; I feel like this is definitely one of your actions," she reasons, nodding at the drawing set on the floor- the one he'd been so insistent on buying simply because their little one wouldn't let go of it in the store.
"Good luck."