#believersmade

“That doesn’t make any sense. How would that even happen?”

▌█ ∵   👽 ∵ █ ▌ Careful hands wrap around son tugging him away from pile of oil pastels given to him for his project. Determination in having her help him create a master piece this time for Kit’s birthday. She was no where near opposed to it, feeding into her childs every want and desire. Teaching French and of where he came from, the aliens and space she felt it only right to act as she did. However, in keeping their floor cleaning she felt the need to pull him away. She was not one to pull away her son from messes it was discovery and it made everyone closer to things, Earth, art, the soul but, this was a case she wanted to protect. The oil pastels a gift from Lana since they were expensive were held dear to her heart.  ❝Faites attention, mon petit chou!  ❞  His shirt now covered in her colourful hand prints before holding them to his features. Finger points to stains on his shirt now. ❝They are staining, messy on paper and hands and fabric. If papa sees the floor our surprise will be ruined completely. And Alma and Julia are trying to make sure we do not make too much of a mess. So no stepping on them. ❞