You had left your phone around her somewhere… everything packed in your bag but that specific item, remembering your mischievous 5 year old must’ve taken it again.

Already late to work, you march over to their room, opening the door to find your giant husband and little child to be playing Hello Kitty Nail Salon on it.

”Wrong color brat, are you colorblind?” He would comment rather harshly, the innocent child letting out a noise of realization and changing the color of the polish.