Picasso
- Peter, babe where are you?-
- I'm at the store. Why do you ask? Do you need anything?-
- We need milk, my sanity and something to clean the walls with because YOUR DAUGHTER, decided to try her chances with art, and now we have a Picasso running all along the hallway-
- It's only when she is artistic that you say she is my daughter-
- Peter, ninety percent of the time you call her my daughter just because she can't stop talking, of course when she is destructive she is your daughter-
-What stuff did she use to make her master piece?-
-The fuck if I know, it's not like I can interrogate her she is taking her nap, I'm not going to rouse the beast-
Noises were heard on the line indicating that Stiles was changing location.
- Peter there are crayon marks, there's definitely sharpie involved and there is.. yougurt?. Oh my God, you know what just bring a bucket of paint it will not come of the walls.-
- Do you want me to bring the paint that can turn the wall on a chalkboard?-
-And encourage her to destroy more walls? I don't thinks so mister and if you bring back that paint you will be sleeping on the couch for a month, understood?!-
-Yes dear-
-Good, chop chop, go on, and no candies either-
With that final sentence the line went dead.
Now Peter had the job to find a good stain remover for the wall, paint and some toy or book to reward his little artist, after all Stiles only said no candies