Author's Note: This was written quite quickly. I do not own Sherlock or Green Eggs and Ham. Tell me what you think! Reviews are love, reviews are life.
Rosie liked Dr. Seuss. Sherlock did not, which, knowing the man, was not a huge surprise.
John read Dr. Seuss books to Rosie to put her down for a nap and before bedtime; when he read aloud to his little girl, John could almost feel Sherlock's annoyance emanating from him.
"'I do not like them, Sam-I-am. I do not like green eggs and ham.'" John read in a silly voice to make Rosie laugh.
Rosie obliged, letting out a tinkling laugh, accompanied by a surprised, "Green eggs? Eggs aren't green, daddy!" Rosie was wearing a fluffy, purple tutu and a lavender shirt and she was sitting on John's lap. The tutu was one of her favorite items of clothing, but the way it covered everything with glitter made John less than pleased. She was happy now, but in a couple minutes, when John told her it was time to take her nap, she would pout and cry and try to delay the inevitable rest time.
John smiled. "Are you sure?" He said, in response to Rosie's proclamation.
"Yes! Eggs're white!" Rosie explained, then she thought for a moment, putting a finger to her lips, "Also yellow." She finished.
In the middle of this exchange, Sherlock had emerged from the kitchen, a look of disapproval on his face.
"What exactly is this teaching children?" Sherlock said, before John could continue reading Green Eggs and Ham.
John looked over at Sherlock and shrugged. "How to rhyme?" John suggested.
Rosie piped up, "Sherlock, did you know that eggs can be green?"
"I'm quite sure that eggs cannot be green, Rosie. Not unless they're well beyond their expiration date." Sherlock said, walking over and inspecting the cover of the children's book.
Rosie giggled.
John finished reading the book to an audience of two people. Rosie was riveted to the story, while Sherlock scoffed after almost every page.
"Alright, it's naptime." John said.
Rosie, as expected, stuck out her bottom lip in a pout. "Don't want to." She mumbled.
"Come on, dear. I'm going to make Sherlock take a nap too." John said.
Rosie said, "Really?", with a bright smile on her face, and Sherlock looked slightly outraged.
John responded to Rosie's question and Sherlock's look, "Yes, he needs to sleep. He's been awake for almost three days and nights on a case."
Sherlock sighed and agreed to rest as John carried Rosie up to bed.