Author's note: I'm back! Sorry about the disappearance, guys. I just finished up finals for the semester yesterday. So I should be posting and answering reviews again and everything, and let me say I'm glad to be back!
"It's snowing!" Jackie informed his father as he blew inside, as if the cold, wet stuff falling from the sky might have escaped his notice on his way home from work.
"It's snowing! It's snowing! It's snowing!" Jackie continued in a sing-song voice, dancing around my husband with glee.
A small smile crept across Giles' face as Jackie launched himself back over to the window and pressed his face against the glass. "It's snowing!" He declared once more, for good measure. "I wanna build a snowman!" He announced, turning back to his father and dramatically flinging his arms wide.
Giles looked out the window. "I don't think you can, Jackie." He told our son seriously. "It's all slush out there. The snow's melting as soon as it hits the ground."
Jackie frowned for a moment, thinking. "I could make a slush man." He suggested, and I could not help laughing as Giles shuddered.
"Maybe tomorrow." He suggested. "There may actually be snow then."
Jackie thought it over. "Okay," he agreed. "Can I help you make dinner?" He wanted to know.
"Sure." My husband agreed even as I shot him a look that said no.
"Don't cut any fingers off." I called as Jackie raced toward the kitchen and Giles followed at a somewhat slower pace.
My husband turned and winked at me as I rocked our youngest daughter in front of the fire. "Don't worry, I'll just stick him in the oven if he gets in the way." He assured me.
I was not immensely reassured.
Disclaimer: Sherlock and the boys do not belong to me.
