Two weeks. In the space of two weeks, Sherlock Holmes had enjoyed the life of having a young toddler in his flat, occupying a small crib in what was formerly her father's room. In addition, he had tolerated the company of five nannies, each of them absolutely insufferable to the last minute they dared to breathe in his direction. Each of them nagging his tendencies to enter his mind palace for a few hours, or the way in which he would spontaneously begin to play his violin while they were rocking Rosie to sleep. Really, he figured that a developing mind should be stimulated with some classics. Certainly, it couldn't be good for young ears to be exposed to their gossiping.
"Enter big brother" Sherlock muttered to himself as he set Rosie down on a blanket that was spread with some of her soft toys in the middle of the sitting area. Mycroft arrived at the top of the stairs and crossed the threshold. Glancing around him, an eyebrow quirked as though he were impressed. He gave Sherlock a meaningful look.
"She complained about my not wanting her to dust" Sherlock confirmed.
"Sherlock, at this rate I'm beginning to think this was a mistake. I've had the pleasure of earing from the second nanny about her leaving and she said 'I was told I'd have one child to care for, not two'" Mycroft teased. Sherlock's eyes narrowed.
"Then stop sending incompetent individuals to my doorstep" he bit back. Mycroft pinched his nose and was silent for a moment.
"Alright. There is one more nanny on my list. And this time, I will personally assess the poor unsuspecting woman for her competency".