Sherlock went to John's house after an unexpected call. He sounded irritated and upset. Mary had gone on a trip with a few good friends, leaving John with Sherly. Sherlock wasn't able to make out what he was saying, but he figured it had to do with Sherly. She had turned two, and was definitely showing it.
Sherlock knocked on the door, only being to John's house once or twice. As he waiting he heard some high pitching yelling and crying before John opened the door.
"Oh, thank god," he whispered as Sherlock tilted his head.
"What's happening?" Sherlock asked, getting straight to the point, looking past him. He saw the little girl sitting in the high chair, squirming and moaning. "Why did you put her there?"
"It's meal time," John explained as Sherlock sighed and shook his head. Holmes barged into the room and carefully took the child out, who hugged him tightly.
"If you want her to get her to stop crying, you need to realize why she's crying," Sherlock explained as John started to protest.
"But she told me that she was hungry," John insisted as Sherlock looked at the girl, who had a guilty look on her face. Sherlock nodded and looked back at John.
"Have you considered a normal chair?" Sherlock suggested as John smiled in disbelief.
"If you' think you're so good at this, you try and get her to eat," John insisted as Sherlock raised his chin, accepting the task. Sherly looked between them and rested her head on his shoulder. John nodded promptly, interested in how this was going to turn out.