The purple paint streaked across the rich wood in a tangle of jagged strokes. Trevor and Olivia stood in front of the study door, staring down at their three year old daughter's masterpiece as well as Noah's masterpiece. Noah was stood by Olivia as she held on to him, wanting to escape her hold.
"Well," Olivia sighed, "it could be worse."
"Worse?"
"It could be all over us."
It was at that moment that Noah stood on the chair and put his paint stained hands against his mother's cheeks. Olivia squeaked and jumped back, causing her son and Katie to giggle uproariously.
"What was that again?" Trevor asked, biting back a chuckle.
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