“Oh!” said Molly. “Wait! Before Oliver makes a mess of himself, we should get some pictures.”
said John, firmly, because he didn’t think they had nearly enough
pictures. “Sit down,” he told Sherlock, who looked inclined to shrink
away. Sherlock obeyed, settling on John’s chair, and John picked up
Oliver and dropped him on Sherlock’s lap and then perched on the arm of
the chair. “Smile,” he commanded, smiling himself.
Imagine John and Sherlock teaching baby Hamish how to walk and he’s stumbling around holding on to John’s hands when he slowly starts to let go and he’s on his own and John’s behind him saying “Go on Hamish, walk to to daddy.”…..