you were washing dishes in the kitchen when you heard the giggling sounds from the living room, you wiped your hands and walks into the living room only to find your 6 years old daughter, Darla with her father. Brevin's shirt and face was marked with lipstick stains as you glared at him after looking at his shirt. Darla giggled with your lipstick in her hand as she turns her lipstick smudged face towards you, she giggles "Mama, it's from meeee!" She says as she attacks her father with kisses again, making him chuckle