Blue eyes glared at the 'food' that was brought out in front of him. The foul-smelling peas and carrots entered his nostrils. His mother smiled at him. Mycroft was busy eating. His father had gone off on a business trip.
Sherlock pouted. He didn't want to eat. Especially not yucky vegetables. What were they good for? Mummy Holmes noticed that he wasn't eating.
"Sherlock, honey. Eat your dinner. Then you can have a cookie."
A cookie was not worth tormenting his taste buds. Sherlock gagged and pushed his plate aside. Mycroft stopped eating in order to give his brother a stern look.
"Sherlock. Mummy worked hard on this meal. Eat it."
"No."
His mother sighed but said nothing else. She was very lenient, something Sherlock was grateful for. But Mycroft was strict, something that he couldn't stand. Mycroft stood up.
"Where are you going?" Sherlock asked, looking up at his older brother.
Mycroft smirked down at him.
"To call the police and tell them that you're not eating your vegetables."
Sherlock wasn't dumb. What did Mycroft take him for? Sherlock glared up at him.
"That's the dumbest lie I ever heard. You can't arrest someone for not eating vegetables."
He knew that for a fact. Sherlock was practicing every day to become a great detective. Mycroft's smirk didn't falter.
"I'm not having them arrest you. I'm telling them that you won't eat your vegetables. Then they won't let you be a detective. They only want the healthiest people fighting crime. And you can't be healthy if you don't eat your vegetables."
This time Sherlock wasn't nearly as confident. What if Mycroft was telling the truth? But that was silly. Right?
Mycroft went over to get his phone. Sherlock dug into his food and began eating. Cookies weren't worth it. But his future was. Sherlock didn't notice Mycroft and Mummy Holmes exchanging a knowing smile.