Coloring Time"Boo, pees,"SavannahsDrabbles
Splinter glanced down at his youngest son, smiling slightly as the turtle thrust a chubby hand in his direction.
"BLUE, Michelangelo," he corrected gently, but reached to grab the blue crayon as requested. "May I have the blue, PLEASE,"
"Pwees," the blue eyed turtle hummed as he snatched the half-gone crayon out of his father’s hand and resumed coloring.
The mutant rat watched silently for a moment, and then reached out to gently rub Michelangelo’s carparace. “What are you drawing?”
The 16 month old looked up and gave his father a toothy grin. “Weo.” He pointed at the drawing- a small bundle of green and brown scribbles that was accented with two blue dots for eyes- and babbled for a few more moments before sitting the crayon down and stretching his fingers out again. “Nk,”
The rat placed the broken crayon he was pointing at into his son’s hand, and then sat up straight. He had been meditating for a while before Michela