John holds up the camera and waves a bit awkwardly.
"Hello, everyone! Sorry, it's been a while since my last video," he rubs the back of his neck a bit shyly. "Since Rosie has begun walking, it's been a lot busier around 221 B."
He points the camera at the flat, showing the hodgepodge of baby's toys and Sherlock's books and papers. "Tell me you live with two children without telling me you live with two children."
"I heard that," came the dry, unamused voice of Sherlock. "I put my chemicals on a higher shelf. I'm not a child, I listen."
"Yeah," John walks from the living area and into the kitchen where Sherlock is sitting behind his microscope. "Rosie still listens better than you."
"Give me one example," Sherlock leans away from his microscope and folds his arms expectantly.
"She goes down to bed when it's time for bed, with minimal whining," John begins. "She eats all of her vegetables, she lets me wipe her face when it's-"
"I let you wipe my face!"
"You thrash, Sherlock!"
"...Don't upload the video."
"Sherlock, it's live."
"..."
The live ends suddenly, with Sherlock a blur, rushing towards the camera.
