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Wooh! Steady! No! Aw man! This is my favorite shirt!
As stick figures go, Carson was in good shape. His lines were even and they were not bent.
He kept his intake reasonable, conscious of the fact that he could start rounding, bending, or smearing if he did not take care of himself. Even so Carson felt crooked. His perfect stick figure family did not have the perfect stick figure home of their dreams. They were not outragious. His dreams did not even include color! It is just that when the Line Stork brings gifts things change.
He and Cam, his perfect stick figure wife, had a new baby. Their new bundle of joy was their latest addition to their growing set. The house that they had only recently thought was perfectly snug and comfortable was now getting a little bit claustrophobic. They had to upsize. It was not even a debate. The only problem is their oldest loved to paint. For a child who was barely a tween, Cris was very talented. She just tended to pick mediums that her parents wish she hadn't. Why couldn't it be new print, construction paper, card stock or canvas? Instead, Cris decided to draw on the walls of her room. Frustrated, Carson wanted to huff and puff and blow up, but he thought it was a teachable moment and instead convinced her to help repaint the room before the open house.
Cris helped her dad, Carson, get the brushes ready. Cam, Cris's mom, was watching the other children and checking on her home business. Carson and Cam had been saving up as they both had jobs and side gigs which left little time for things like sleep when there are children who need their attention. The art exhibit in Cris's room was not at an opportune time, but it had to be taken care of asap.
Carson and Cris worked diligently to clear the room and clear things out of the way so they could start on the first side of the room.They taped the borders and put down a barrier on the floor to protect against splashes and spills. Time to get started they said at the same time. Jinx!
This dance went over and over again as the room was repainted. Finally, they were on the last wall. Cris was working on the ladder when her phone beeped and her mother asked her for some help with her siblings. Carson was left to finish the last corner. As he walked forward, Cris jumped down from the second step of the ladder and closed the door a little bit too hard as a reflex because the door did not always close well. The reverberations shook the wall, the ladder that was next to it, and a spring themed ornament on the wall.
Carson was about to say something when the slow motion train wreck started. Within a few quick moments, the sea shell wall ornament fell off the wall and into the paint can on the floor. Carson could just close his eyes. The paint flew out of the can and hit his shirt.
Aw, man!
Cris thundered back into the room to see her dad with a stunned look on his face and a good amount of paint on his shirt. Carson looked at her and she looked at him and then they both laughed. Fortunately, it only hit Carson's favorite shirt. Under normal circumstances, this would be bad. Carson's favorite shirt was a joke. He wore it while at home because it was perfect for doing chores and taking care of the kids. This shirt had seen a few battles to say the least and the same thought ran through both of their heads as they started cleaning up the mess.
