The words 'Walter' and 'babysitting' should really never be in the same sentence.
On the occasion that he did, his plea would be that Etta loves it. Even though her tiny brain probably wouldn't remember any of this.
Today the toddler sat on his sofa-bed in the lab. Wearing a tiny tinfoil hat Walter had crafted for her, matching his own. He danced around, trying to get her to laugh. While she inattentively sucked on her fingers and stared at him blankly. As if she were waiting for him to do something more entertaining.
Then Walter stumbled, bracing himself onto the bed. The bouncing motion is what finally got a reaction out of her. He felt as though he had succeeded now, and continuously sat up and down on the mattress, causing the child to giggle until she turned red.
Peter peered into the room, then, Walter hadn't even realized he was back.
"Are you getting high in front of my daughter again?" Peter questioned when he caught sight of their faces and matching choices of head wear. Though, there wasn't a bit of accusation in it.
Walter shook his head, "not this time," he joked equally.
Peter didn't answer, instead he just plopped down next to them, grabbing the hat off of Etta's head and putting on his own. The child giggled, at his appearance, "now Peter, you just look silly." Walter inferred.
"You're one to talk," Peter laughed, picking Etta up to leave the room, hat still on head.
Walter smiled "Like father like son."