#The preschooler’s exact quote: “It’s a…It’s a…It’s a spaghetti mountain!” 😆😆😆

[freedomforthewin]

The Spaghetti Mountain and the Snowman

Part 1

(This is Part 2 of The Chosen Ones series. These stories are not written in chronological order.)

After Leta finished preschool duties at the Scamander brothers’ home with three-year-olds Juliet and Judette, the girls excitedly pulled Newt and Theseus toward the table that their paintings were lying on to dry. Leta smiled at the scene, but when her gaze landed on Judette and Newt, her smile became a little nervous.

Judette eagerly grabbed her painting and showed it to Newt. Newt took it from her, and his jaw slightly dropped when he saw it. There was a giant triangularish-shaped blob of reddish-pink paint in the middle. The blob was very thick with paint, so thick that it was probably going to take around two days to dry.

Newt’s lips then curled into a humorous smile, and he said, “It’s nice, Judette. What is it?”

“It’s a spaghetti mountain!” she said enthusiastically, a big smile on her face.

Newt burst out laughing.

Theseus’s head turned towards Newt and Juliet. His hands were holding Juliet’s painting.

“What is it?” Theseus asked, smiling.

Newt just motioned to him to look at Judette’s painting.

Theseus set Juliet’s painting back on the table and patted his daughter’s shoulder affectionately. Then he turned and looked at the painting in Newt’s hands.

“Oh!” He saw the blob but also noticed how much paint was on the paper. “Wow.”

“She said it’s a spaghetti mountain,” Newt said, grinning.

“A spa—” Theseus put his hand to his forehead and shook his head, laughing.

Both men looked over at Leta, who gave them an apologetic but amused smile.

“It’s nice, Judette,” Theseus finally said to his niece as his laughter died down. Judette grinned proudly.

Newt carefully set Judette’s very thickly-painted painting back on the table, and gently squeezed his daughter’s shoulder in affection. Then his gaze turned to Juliet, and he asked to see her painting. She happily showed him her painting of a snowman.

“Tell him who the snowman is,” Theseus said, grinning.

“He’s Frosty’s brother!” Juliet declared.

“Is he now?” Newt asked, smiling at her.

“Yeah.”

“Alright,” he said softly. “What’s his name?”

“Sky,” she murmured.

“Sky,” Newt repeated. “That’s a nice name.”

Newt admired the painting and then looked at his niece as he said, “It’s great, Juliet.”

Juliet beamed.