Office #7 [Monday afternoon]
Irene was slowly adjusting to being followed around by a seven year-old, but whenever this was over, she was going to indulge in a very stiff drink and a very hot bath, minimally. The whole weekend had confirmed a few things for her -- one, that she was not cut out for motherhood (though she did think she'd make a wonderful Fun Aunt Irene, since children weren't the worst when they were temporary), and two, that she and Sherlock had no place actually trying to be a couple in any sort of universe, at all.
Not if this was the result of such a union.
As soon as they'd arrived at her office, Irene had resigned herself to a non-spinning chair and let Hamish wear himself out with that for a bit. "Did you know," he asked her, using his little feet (in their adorable little Cole Haans -- yes, he was very much her child), "that the reason people get dizzy is because of our hair?"
"Is it, darling? How does that work?"
"Dad says it is due to the nerves at the end of each of our hairs, and that when they're disturbed all at once it throws off our equil -- equal -- "
"Equilibrium." Trust Sherlock to casually use five-syllable words around the primary schoolers.
"That. So you must get really dizzy, Mummy, 'cause you have more hair than Dad or me!"
And that was when Irene decided to click around on her computer to find him a little puzzle or something to do, because while a very bright seven year-old made for an interesting conversationalist to a point, it wasn't especially sustainable.
[open door/post!]
Not if this was the result of such a union.
As soon as they'd arrived at her office, Irene had resigned herself to a non-spinning chair and let Hamish wear himself out with that for a bit. "Did you know," he asked her, using his little feet (in their adorable little Cole Haans -- yes, he was very much her child), "that the reason people get dizzy is because of our hair?"
"Is it, darling? How does that work?"
"Dad says it is due to the nerves at the end of each of our hairs, and that when they're disturbed all at once it throws off our equil -- equal -- "
"Equilibrium." Trust Sherlock to casually use five-syllable words around the primary schoolers.
"That. So you must get really dizzy, Mummy, 'cause you have more hair than Dad or me!"
And that was when Irene decided to click around on her computer to find him a little puzzle or something to do, because while a very bright seven year-old made for an interesting conversationalist to a point, it wasn't especially sustainable.
[open door/post!]