You hear a gasp, a shift of fabric, then a string of continuous giggles.

When you turn to investigate, Link is holding your daughter tight, whose face is turning pink she's laughing so much. She's just recently learnt how to run, and as a result, has taken up running into things. She thinks it's the funniest thing ever when her dad rushes to stop her.

Link looks over his shoulder, his face painted with a mixture of shock, distress, and... actual paint. Your daughter was finger painting on his face again.