"Something tells me after growing up with us as parents, nothing will embarrass him," Angelina laughed, knowing full well she was telling the truth in that regard. There would be many moments their boy would be embarrassed, but if he was anything like his father, he'd be dishing it right back out by the time he learned to walk...
Angie was caught up in that train of thought as George lunged in her direction, but even seven months pregnant, Angie could still dodge with the best of them thanks to all her time on a broomstick. But eventually he managed to get paint on the side of her next, and noticing the paint trays, Angelina pushed him towards them so they both stepped into them at the same time, coating her legs and his pants with paint as she giggled loudly.
"Now look what you've done!" she said, shaking her head to reach down long enough to get some paint and smear it over his cheek. "There, now everything is matching," she teased, knowing she was in for it.