A/N: Hello my darlings!

Sorry I haven't updated this in a while. Life's been a little nutty. I think I've decided on random little drabbles for this fic. I want to be able to jump around a bit chronologically.

Enjoy!

"No, I will NOT eat my peas!"

John looked at Sherlock across the table. "Daddy never eats his peas, Papa." Lizzie crossed her little arms firmly across her chest.

"That's because your daddy is a stubborn, foolish man." John replied with only a dash of exasperation. Sherlock rolled his eyes, then reached over to spear a pea with Lizzie's little plastic fork. "Peas are rich in fiber and protein, Lizzie, they're wonderfully good for you." When she turned away with a huff, Sherlock visibly shuddered at the horrid words that had just passed his lips.

"Sherlock, come with me for a second," said John suddenly, standing up. When Lizzie, too, began to rise, John shook his head. "Ah ah ah," he tutted. "You sit right there young lady."

"Really John, what kind of foolishness is this?" Sherlock demanded once the pair had shut themselves in the bathroom. "I have a plan, you idiot." John retorted. Sherlock narrowed his eyes. "Please, do share," he snarked in a vaguely sarcastic tone.

"I think we need to break out the big guns, as they say."

Sherlock blinked at him for a bit. Then he gasped. "Are you saying that we're-" "Yes."

The men returned to the kitchen. Foolishly, John hoped that maybe Lizzie was only avoiding her peas because he and Sherlock were there. Nope. All the peas were still there.

After standing there for a few minutes, John elbowed Sherlock neatly in the ribs. "Ow," the detective murmured, rubbing his side. The doctor looked pointedly at their daughter. With a great heaving sigh, Sherlock stood over Lizzie, who looked up at him with her little arms still folded across her chest. "Lizzie, darling, if you don't eat your peas, you won't be able to have any dessert." Those eyes, so like John's, widened in shock. "No dessert?" Lizzie asked in abject horror.

Sherlock shook his head. "Not unless you eat your peas." "But-" "Eat," John interjected. "The sooner you finish, the sooner we'll get dessert." Grumbling all the while, their daughter tossed blonde curls behind her shoulders. Slowly and grudgingly, the peas began to disappear. Sherlock glared at John the entire time, and John simply smiled back at him.

"There," huffed Lizzie after a few tense minutes with a grimace of those children most aggrieved when they're forced to eat vegetables. "They're gone. Can we have ice cream now?" Sherlock rose an eyebrow questioningly and John nodded in response. "Yes, we can my dear." John shot him another pointed look. "But, Elisabetta Ingrid, you MUST promise to eat your vegetables from now on," the detective said, rising and opening the refrigerator. "OK, Daddy," she answered cheerfully. John looked perplexed.

"You'll always eat them then?" He couldn't resist asking. "Uh-huh!" Lizzie replied, grinning. "Did you-" John stopped. He slowly swiveled his head to look at Sherlock, who was hiding a smirk (poorly). "You...but...this was an experiment!?" Their daughter nodded. "My first ever!"

After Sherlock had finished scooping ice cream into bowls and had sat down at the table, John promptly swatted his head. "I thought you promised no more experimenting on me!" Sherlock adopted a look of perfect innocence. "I did. It was all Lizzie's idea."

"Oh God," groaned John, laying his head face down on the table. "There's two of you now."

A/N: I AM SO SORRY! Life got crazy and this fic got away from me. Please forgive me and please review!

DFTBA darlings, :)