Apt 14249, early evening, Seth, Deacon and Charlie.
"No you paint yours," Charlie said. "I can manage mine on my own."
Nia pouted but carried on finger painting and Charlie took moments to give her proud glances in between his own brush strokes.
All was peaceful for maybe ten minutes - which was good going for Nia - then there was a ping from the doorbell and Nia squealed, "Who dat?" and dashed off to see. Charlie followed and peered through the Judas in the door.
"Ooh, I dunno if we want to let this one in," he said.