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[clumsy_auror]

When you're not terribly old, even the littlest things can get you down.

Take, for example, the whole talking thing. You've got lots of words down! You do! But the whole concept of the letter D seems to largely elude you, and you can tell it's really bumming Dad out. So you're working on it.

Slowly.

But even worse is the walking. You're crawling like a pro, and taking steps with help, even pulling yourself up without help!

And yet.

And yet.

Not so much.

So it's best to practice this sort of thing when everybody's busy. Looking the other way.

No pressure.

Nooooooooo pressure.

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Eat shit," Bernard replies easily. "This is not my first toddler, turtle."

[aj_crawley]

"Yeah, except the other isn't exactly one you made earlier, either."

[clumsy_auror]

Getting up on her knees, 'Dora scoots over towards the sofa to drop a kiss on Anthony's head, and then leans up to kiss Bernard. Just because.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard kisses his wife and tips Crowley and Raph the bird at once.

That's talent.

Anthony, in the meantime, decides to taste Crowley's knee. It tastes of money.

[mnt_raph]

Raph can't help but laugh. This right here? This is the essence of family. Right down to the kid drooling on what have got to be the most expensive pants in the room.

"Kid's got good taste."

Better Crowley than Raph, whose pants come with an alcohol by volume percentage.

[aj_crawley]

Crowley tolerates the gnawing for a moment, in concession to Anthony's heroic efforts in making it all the way over - but only for a moment. Anthony's pleased enough to remain the centre of attention, though, that he doesn't protest being hoisted up into Crowley's lap once more.

[clumsy_auror]

"Now we've just gotta get him to say Daddy," 'Dora says, looking over at Anthony and snickering.

"Deeda?" chirps Anthony.

[mnt_raph]

"Does it gotta be Daddy? 'Cause I'm sure we can come up with lots of other words for Bernard that are easier to say."