It was a typical evening in the Booth household, Booth watching a hockey game on the TV and Brennan reading a book, Christine swapping between her father and mother's lap. Christine was only 2 and a half, but she could already read a few words. "How is ice-cream made, daddy?" Christine asked her dad, out of the blue like all of her questions are.

"Why honey, do you want some?" Booth replied, his concentration on the game.

"No, I want to know how it is made." She replied calmly.

"Uhhh, with ice...and cream." Booth responded, eyes still fixed to the TV. Christine, not fulfilled with her father's response hopped off his lap and sat on her mother.

"Mommy. Where does cream come from?" Christine asked her mother.

"It comes from cows, just like milk does." Brennan replied, giving her daughter her full attention.

"But mommy, I thought that milk came from mommies?" Christine replied, confused.

"Well some milk does, that's the milk you drank when you were very little." Brennan replied, interested to see where this conversation was going.

"Do they make mommy ice-cream?" Christine asked her mom.

"No, mommy milk is just for babies, and it just stays as milk." Brennan responded, smiling.

"Is that why we have to borrow milk from cows, Mommy? So that not just babies get milk too?" Christine asked, intrigued.

"I guess so." Brennan replied. Christine, now content with her answer, asked her mom to read her book aloud.

"Alright, baby," Booth agreed, "one bedtime story and then it's time for bed. Do you want to choose the story?"

"Yes daddy. I want this one." Christine pronounced perfectly as she handed her father her favorite book.

"Oh, this one." Booth said jokingly, "just for a change."

"Daddy." Christine said firmly. "This one is my favwit."

"I know honey, daddy's sorry, I was just kidding." Booth said laughing at how similar she was to Brennan. Booth started reading the first few pages as Christine appeared to be falling asleep in his arms. "And then the NHL got their act together and the Flyers..."

"Daddy that's not the story." Christine said half asleep, her eyes still shut.

"It could be, your eyes are shut." Booth argued with his daughter.

"No, Daddy. You're wrong." Christine said sternly, now sitting up looking at her father.

"Okay, you're right, I'm sorry. Let's finish your story." Booth continued.

"No Daddy, I would like to hear the end of your story." Christine said to her father. Booth noticed Brennan leaning in the doorway smiling at the two of them. "Look honey, mommy's here to say goodnight. How about I finish my story another time?" Booth said.

"Okay Daddy. But daddy?" Christine replied.

"Yes my princess?" Booth responded.

"Do you think one day we could go to one of the games we watch on TV in real life together?" Christine asked her father innocently. Booth beamed, he couldn't believe his daughter was so smart, but also enjoyed sport.

"That sounds like the best day ever." He replied to his little girl. "But first you have to go to sleep. Goodnight baby." He said kissing his daughter's forehead. Brennan had now moved closer to their daughter's bed, laughing at Booth's reaction to their daughter's question. She knew how excited he was, but he was trying not to show it. Brennan pulled the covers over Christine and kissed her goodnight "Goodnight gorgeous. I love you with all my heart." Brennan said to her daughter. "I love you with all of my heart too mommy. You too daddy." Christine replied, her eyes closed. Booth switched off the lights to their daughter's room and wrapped his arms around his girlfriend, "did you hear that?" He asked Brennan excitedly, "she's going to be the next hockey superstar!"

"I don't think that's what she said, Booth." Brennan replied smiling, she loved that a question with such an innocent intention made Booth so happy.