Brennan was in the kitchen, getting lunch ready for Booth and Christine. Christine had told her she would be home for lunch, which meant that they would be home right on time.
"We're back mommy!" Christine yelled as she ran through the door, Booth behind her carrying the trike. Brennan laughed again when she saw their matching attire, it was funny even the second time.
"Oh, good!" Brennan said, bending down to scoop up her daughter, "I missed you so much!" She planted a kiss on Christine's forehead, "I've got lunch on the table, we're having your favorite." Christine wandered over to the table and pulled herself up onto her chair, Booth and Brennan not far behind her.
"Mommy, what are these envelopes doing on daddy and my plates?" Christine asked, confused.
"Why don't you open yours and find out?" Brennan smiled at her daughter, and then at Booth. Booth and Christine both opened their envelopes at the same time.
"Woah-oh!" Booth exclaimed, "Flyers tickets!" He flashed his charming smile at Brennan, excitement in his eyes. Christine squealed and ran to hug her mother.
"When is it for, Mommy? When do we go?" Christine asked, jumping up and down.
"Tonight, baby, so you're already dressed!" Brennan replied, she was happy that her family was so happy.
"Thanks Bones." Booth smiled at his girlfriend across the table.
Christine was being tightly hugged by her dad's arm as Booth pushed his way through the crowd to find their front row, VIP seats that Brennan had surprised them with.
"Oh gosh, your mother spoils us!" Booth said as he read the 'Reserved For VIP' sign, placing his daughter on one chair and sitting on the other.
"Daddy, what doe mean?" Christine asked curiously, wondering if it's another word she could add to her vocabulary.
"It stands for Very Important Person." Booth explained.
"Who is the person who is very important?" Christine asked her father.
"Well, that would be Mommy." Booth said honestly.
"But we are mommy's V I Ps aren't we daddy. That's why we can sit here." Christine reasoned with her father.
"Yes, baby. That's right." Booth laughed, in awe of his daughter.
"Daddy, why does the big screen say twenty five?" Christine asked her father.
"That's how long until the game starts. Maybe we should go get something to eat?" Booth suggested.
"Okay daddy." Christine agreed as she stood up on the chair so her father could pick her up.
"Alright." Booth said, reading the menu board as they stood inline for food. "You want a hot dog?". Booth suggested to Christine.
"No, daddy. Do you know what they are made out of?" Christine replied, her face full of disgust.
"No...do you?" Booth asked, again surprised by his daughter's knowledge.
"Yes. I do." Christine replied, she began listing off the ingredients she could remember, the whole line listening to her now had the same disgusted face as Christine had moments ago.
"Mommy is that true?" A little boy behind them in the line asked.
"No honey, she's just a baby, she wouldn't know these things." The mother replied.
"Okay." Booth said quickly, attempting to stop his daughter from saying anymore, "no hotdogs for us...ever." He had no doubt that what Christine was saying was true. "How about we just get some drinks." He compromised.
"Okay Daddy." Christine agreed.