Getting the Qiao clan anywhere was quite the task at this point. Luckily, they were getting this whole family of six thing down, day by day finding better ways to deal with the challenges that happen when there were six people in a home with one bathroom. But they would make this work, it was hard and exhausting but Scott was loving this. Kate was continuing to prove herself to be an amazing mother, grinning at her and the two youngest Qiao's in their double stroller.
He was carrying a very excited Mia and Emma was practically buzzing to get her hands on some of the colored powder paint! She pulled towards the booth selling the plastic bags in all the colors of the rainbow and Scott kissed Kate's cheek before letting the child lead him away towards it. A few minutes later they returned triumphantly, each of Mia and Emma clutching bags of vibrant pink powder and Scott looking a little wary.
"You'll still love me when I'm magenta, right?" He inquired of Kate, setting Mia down as the pair recognized some other kids from their daycare next to them. He made sure to keep an eye on them as they joined in with their daycare buddies in the kids area, drawing on the asphalt with chalk, their color packs close to their sides.
"I just know I'm going to be pink by the end of the day. I'm very secure in my masculinity, I just want to make sure that a pink husband isn't a turn off for you." Scott clarified, holding up a brigt yellow and a vibrant orange pack of powder paint. "Also, pick your poison. I have purple, too, but I thought maybe the girls will want that when one of them accidentally spills all their pink. I bought a second purple in case they both spill their pink." No tears would be shed today!
"Don't look now but there's some dudes in suits here and I think they're not going to stay clean very long." Pretty sure they missed the memo about the dress code." Most people were wearing jeans and either a black or white shirt, the best canvas to soak up all that color!
Kate managed to swallow a yawn as she pushed the lightweight stroller through the people. For a small town, the festival sure had its share of people. They were everywhere. Minute-by-minute she was regretting taking the stroller with them. There was no way the black canvas was going to still be black by the time they got out of the tornado of colour that coated the air. There was no way they would have been able to carry both Tailia and Caleb though, plus keep a hand on the girls. No, the stroller was a must. It wasn’t like theirs was going to be the only one in town over the next few months putting on a rainbow display anyway.
Grinning, Kate swatted at her husband’s backside as he darted off with their older girls, her head shaking in amusement because she honestly wasn’t sure who was more excited; him or the kids. “How you two doing?” Pulling back the sunblocker of the stroller, she leaned over to peer down at the youngest two. At the front, Talia, nearly a year and a half, looked up at her, her eyes squinting against the sun from under the brim of her bright pink hat. From the moment they had brought her home, Talia had always been a happy baby, and today was no exception. Her smile, was plastered on her mouth as she gave a happy squeak, legs kicking excitedly at the foot rest of the stroller. Behind her, their newest addition, 6-month-old Caleb was sleeping soundly, his cheeks flushed from the summer morning heat.
“Hey, don’t do that.” She chided gently, reaching down to pull her away from chewing on the handbar of the stroller. Straightening up, she tugged the stroller lid back down as she glanced at Scott. Her warm smile brightened even as she eyed him. “I don’t knoooow,” she said slowly, looking him over as if trying to imagine him sporting the colour. “I guess it depends where it is.” She hiked a brow upwards. “Not that you being pink would be any different from any other day.” She teased, her hand curling around his hip to give it a squeeze. Scott without ink on his hands was as weird as getting the chance to sleep in. It just didn’t happen. “The last thing you could be is a turn off for me,” she simpered, her head tilting back as she leaned up to press a kiss to his chin.
Looking between her choices, she closed her fingers around the orange after a small debate. “Maybe we should get some for later,” she mumbled, “see if we can make our own colour fest.” How easy would this stuff be to get out of sheets anyway? Couldn’t be that bad. “Lookit you, thinking ahead.” She laughed, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she watched the girls. Hearing Caleb give a small fuss, she set a hand to the stroller and gently guided it forward and back, lulling him with the movement.
“Seriously?” Kate twisted around, certain he had to be pulling her chain because who in their right mind would be here with a suit on! Even if they didn’t get the memo, it was evident from the colour cloud in the air surrounding the place that it wasn’t somewhere you went with a suit! She hadn’t been there long and already her jeans were a mismatch of coloured dust and her white tank top was sporting some rather interesting markings - a few she was sure were from Scott. “Something tells me they are going to regret that decision,” she snorted on a snicker.
Shaking her head, dark ponytail swinging, she turned back to her family. “C’mere, Sweetpea.” Unstrapping Talia, she wrangled the little girl out of her seat and set her down on her light up shoes. Tiny fingers clutched around her index fingers as she toddled forward on semi-steady legs, eager to see what her sisters were up to. “We should find a place for lunch in a bit. I packed it this morning but you know we’re going to have to get them something from here,” she indicated the food area with a jerk of her chin. “Or we’ll hear about it. I figure we got another hour… maybe.. till I have to feed Caleb, so we can plan on wrangling them up then?”