Bows, that was all you’d seen around your house, tied to table legs and anywhere your little mischief of a child could reach, reeking havoc anywhere. you could hear their laughter through the house, as you looked for the very obvious bow culprit, hearing the laughter from the left, as you darted into the living room

you couldn’t help but stifle at laugh at what you saw, your kid tying bows into your husband Philips hair as he slept in his armchair, oblivious to the scene that lay before him, as more and more bows were tied onto his hair, leaving it sticking up in some places, you couldn’t deny it looked rather funny

you saw him begin to wake up, mumbling a few tired words, before blinking twice, witnessing as your child picked up another ribbon, about to be another bow put in his hair “hey hey.. what’s with the bows sweetie.” he cooed gently to your child, settling them on his lap, giving their cheek a small pinch, as he turned to you, one hand feeling the amount of bows in the hair, his eyes widening slightly. ”lord, doll. Please tell me it’s not as bad as I’m thinkin’”