Lightbulb and Paintbrush had a kid, and they loved them dearly...Although Lightbulb was usually the more "fun" of the two, Paintbrush was more down to earth with them. Lightbulb was currently playing with the kid, building a small tower with wooden blocks as Paintbrush watched TV. The kid, still being young, playfully knocked the tower down and giggled. Paintbrush smiled softly, and Lightbulb picked them up

"Ohh, you did it now! Mama's gonna...GET YOU!!" She began to tickle them, and they squirmed gleefully. As time went on, she got a bit more rough, and Paintbrush noticed this. "Lightbulb, I-" They were cut off by her getting more rough, playfully throwing the kid on the couch. "Please..you REALLY shouldn't-"

They were cut off yet again, by Lightbulb pinning the kid down..they weren't giggling as much anymore. "Readyyy? GO!" She started to shake them, not aware they weren't having fun. They began to cry from obvious overstimulation...She gasped, walking away.

"I'm sorry, I...I was just playing!" Paintbrush's eye twitched, as they picked the kid up "Lightbulb. Please give them some space." They sighed. "But I-" "No. I have to calm them down. Go. Now." Lightbulb sighed as she walked off, and Paintbrush calmly walked off, setting the kid on their bed..