"What do you want to do today, baby?" Booth asked Christine who was sitting on a chair in the lounge room, still in her pajamas.
"Umm..." Christine thought out loud, "I don't know, daddy. What do you want to do?" She replied to her father.
"How about we take your trike to the park?" Booth suggested.
"Oh, yes. That's a good idea, Daddy. You're very smart." Christine said as she hopped off the chair and wondered over to her mother. Brennan was looking over at Booth who was pointing to himself and mouthing to her that Christine called him smart, she laughed.
"Mommy." Christine started, "do you want to come to the park with me and Daddy to ride my trike?"
"That sounds like fun, honey." Brennan replied. "But I think I will stay home and clean up a bit. We should go get you dressed though." Brennan scooped up her daughter and carried her upstairs to her room. "What do you want to wear?" Brennan asked her daughter, knowing it was no use trying to tell her what to wear. Christine rummaged through her clothes and pulled out a pair of stripy black and orange leggings that she had worn to a Halloween party and her miniature Flyers jersey that had BOOTH written across the back.
"I want to wear this." She said, handing them both to her mother. Brennan laughed at her daughter's choice, remembering that Booth was wearing jeans and a Flyers shirt.
"Alright, raise your arms." Brennan said as she pulled off her daughter's pajama top and replaced it with Christine's chosen shirt.
Christine was riding her trike along the pathway that lead to the playground, Booth walking behind her, their matching attire attracting attention from passer-bys. They reached the playground and stopped at a bench, Booth helping Christine de-mount the trike.
"She is very cute." An old lady who was sitting on the end on the bench exclaimed to Booth, gesturing to Christine.
"Yes." Christine replied. "I am adorable." The old lady, shocked by Christine's vocabulary, laughed and replied,
"Yes, yes you are!"
"Yes," Booth added, "She is just like her mother" Booth laughed.
"Daddy, I am going to go and play over there, okay?" Christine told her father, "Will you be okay by yourself?" She asked, genuinely concerned.
"Yes baby, you go have fun." Booth replied to his daughter. Booth looked up to see the surprised expression of the parents on the bench next to them.
"Da-da. Me play." Their child said, trying to re-gain the attention of his parents.
"How old is your little girl?" The father asked Booth.
"Two and a half, going on thirty." He laughed. "What about yours?"
"He is two and a half as well." The mother replied, "we thought he was fairly advanced..." she continued.
"Oh." Booth said, realizing they were referring to Christine, "she just knows a lot of words." Booth said, trying not to make enemies with another family who had children the same age as Christine. Christine wondered back over and pulled her father's arm down, twisting his watch so she could read it.
"Daddy, it's twelve O'clock. We told mommy we would be home for lunch. We have to go now." Christine explained to her father.
"Yeah, okay, sweetie. Hop on your trike, let's go." Booth smiled at the parents, who smiled back half, fake smiles.